CHAPTER XIXBAFFLED A ROBBER
Fairfax paused at Andy's threat. He was only a boy, it is true, but helooked cool and resolute, and the gun, which was pointed at him,looked positively dangerous. But was he to be thwarted in the verymoment of his triumph, by a boy? He could not endure it.
"Young man," he said, "this is dangerous business for you. If youdon't make yourself scarce, you won't be likely to return at all."
"I'll take the risk," said Andy, coolly.
"Confound him! I thought he'd be frightened," said Fairfax to himself.
"I don't want to kill you," he said, with a further attempt tointimidate Andy.
"I don't mean to let you," said our hero, quietly.
"You are no match for me."
"With a gun I am."
"I don't believe it is loaded."
"If you try to pick up that pistol, I'll convince you; by the powers,I will," said Andy, energetically.
"What is to prevent my taking away the gun from you?"
"Faith," returned Andy, quaintly, "you'll take the powder and ballfirst, I'm thinkin'."
Fairfax thought so, too, and that was one reason why he concluded notto try it.
It was certainly a provoking position for him.
There lay the pistol on the ground, just at his feet; yet, if he triedto pick it up, the boy would put a bullet through him. It wasfurthermore provoking to reflect that, had he not stopped to parleywith Colonel Preston, he might have secured the money, which he somuch desired, before Andy had come up. There was one other resource.He had tried bullying, and without success. He would try cajoling andtemptation.
"Look here, boy," he said, "I am a desperate man. I would as leavemurder you as not."
"Thank you," said Andy. "But I'd rather not have it done."
"I don't want to hurt you, as I said before, but you mustn't interferewith me."
"Then you mustn't interfere with the colonel."
"I must have the money in his pocketbook."
"Must you? Maybe, I'll have something to say, to that."
"He has eight hundred dollars with him."
"Did he tell you?"
"No matter; I know. If you won't interfere with me, I'll give you twohundred of it."
"Thank you for nothing, then," said Andy, independently. "I'm only apoor Irish boy, but I ain't a thafe, and never mane to be."
"Bravo, Andy!" said Colonel Preston, who had awaited with a littleanxiety the result of the offer.
Fairfax stooped suddenly, but before he could get hold of the pistol,Andy struck him on the head with the gun-barrel, causing him to rollover, while, in a quick and adroit movement, he himself got hold ofthe pistol before Fairfax had recovered from the crack on his head.
"Now," said Andy, triumphantly, with the gun over his shoulder, andpresenting the pistol, "lave here mighty quick, or I'll shoot ye."
"Give me back the pistol, then," said the discomfited ruffian.
"I guess not," said Andy.
"It's my property."
"I don't know that. Maybe you took it from some thraveler."
"Give it to me, and I'll go off peaceably."
"I won't take no robber's word," said Andy. "Are you goin'?"
"Give me the pistol. Fire it off, if you like."
"That you may load it again. You don't catch a weasel asleep,"answered Andy, shrewdly. "I've a great mind to make you march into thevillage, and give you up to the perlice."
This suggestion was by no means pleasant for the highwayman,particularly as he reflected that Andy had shown himself a resoluteboy, and doubly armed as he now was, it was quite within his power tocarry out his threat.
"Don't fire after me," he said.
"I never attack an inimy in the rare," said Andy, who always indulgedin the brogue more than usual under exciting circumstances.
I make this explanation, as the reader may have noticed a differencein his dialect at different times.
"We shall meet again, boy!" said Fairfax, menacingly, turning at thedistance of a few feet.
"Thank you, sir. You needn't thrubble yourself," said Andy, "I ain'tanxious to mate you."
"When we do meet, you'll know it," said the other.
"Maybe I will. Go along wid ye!" said Andy, pointing the pistol athim.
"Don't shoot," said Fairfax, hastily, and he quickened his pace to getout of the way of a dangerous companion.
Andy laughed as the highwayman disappeared in the distance.
"I thought he wouldn't wait long," he said.
"Andy," said Colonel Preston, warmly, "you have behaved like a hero."
"I'm only an Irish boy," said Andy, laughing. "Shure, they don't makeheroes of such as I."
"I don't care whether you are Irish or Dutch. You are a hero for allthat."
"Shure, sir, it's lucky I was round whin that spalpeen wanted to robyou."
"How did you happen to be out with a gun this afternoon?"
"I got my work all done, and Miss Grant said I might go out shootin'if I wanted. Shure, I didn't expect it 'ud been robbers I would beafther shootin'."
"You came up just in the nick of time. Weren't you afraid?"
"I didn't stop to think of that when I saw that big blackguardp'intin' his pistol at you. I thought I'd have a hand in it myself."
"Jump into the chaise, Andy, and ride home with me."
"What, wid the gun?"
"To be sure. We won't leave the gun. That has done us too good servicealready to-day."
"I've made something out of it, anyway," said Andy, displaying thepistol, which was silver-mounted, and altogether a very pretty weapon."It's a regular beauty," he said, with admiration.
"It will be better in your hands than in the real owner's," saidColonel Preston.
By this time Andy was in the chaise, rapidly nearing the village.
"If you hadn't come up just as you did, Andy, I should have beenpoorer by eight hundred dollars."
"That's a big pile of money," said Andy, who, as we know, was not inthe habit of having large sums of money in his own possession.
"It is considerably more than I would like to lose," said ColonelPreston, to whom it was of less importance than to Andy.
"I wonder will I ever have so much money?" thought Andy.
"Now, I'll tell you what I think it only right to do, Andy," pursuedthe colonel.
Andy listened attentively.
"I am going to make you a present of some money, as an acknowledgmentof the service you have done me."
"I don't want anything, Colonel Preston," said Andy. "I didn't helpyou for the money."
"I know you didn't, my lad," said the colonel, "but I mean to give itto you all the same."
He took out his pocketbook, but Andy made one more remonstrance.
"I don't think I ought to take it, sir, thankin' you all the same."
"Then I will give you one hundred dollars for your mother. You can'trefuse it for her."
Andy's eyes danced with delight. He knew how much good this moneywould do his mother, and relieve her from the necessity of working sohard as she was now compelled to do.
"Thank you, sir," he said. "It'll make my mother's heart glad, andsave her from the hard work."
"Here is the money, Andy," said the colonel, handing his youngcompanion a roll of bills.
Again Andy poured out warm protestations of gratitude for themunificent gift, with which Colonel Preston was well pleased.
"I believe you are a good boy, Andy," he said. "It is a good sign whena boy thinks so much of his mother."
"I'd be ashamed not to, sir," said Andy.
They soon reached the village. Andy got down at the Misses Grant'sgate, and was soon astonishing the simple ladies by a narrative of hisencounter with the highwayman.
"Do you think he'll come here?" asked Sophia, in alarm. "If he shouldcome when Andy was away----"
"You could fire the gun yourself, Sophia."
"I should be frightened to death."
"Then he couldn't kil
l you afterward."
"Just so," answered Sophia, a little bewildered.
"Were you shot, Andrew?" she asked, a minute afterward.
"If I was, I didn't feel it," said Andy, jocosely.
Andy's heroic achievement made him still more valued by the MissesGrant, and they rejoiced in the handsome gift he had received from thecolonel, and readily gave him permission to carry it to his motherafter supper.