CHAPTER XIX.
Sally needed but little persuasion to consent to go home with her friendthe next day, for in addition to Sophronia's promise to show her thesupposed spy--the man who was in league with the Squire against his ownnephew--she had also promised Sally to get word to Milton Derr to cometo her house that night.
In case the young man was wounded and could not come, a trustedmessenger, either Billy West or Sophronia herself, would see that hereceived Sally's message of warning.
Shortly after the two girls reached Mr. Saunders', they set out to pay acasual visit to Mrs. Judson's, ostensibly to learn how the rag carpetwas progressing, but chiefly that Sally might see and hear the master ofthe place, and so decide if Steve Judson were really the man she hadoverheard plotting with the Squire.
The edge of the ravine was reached, and Sally was taken to the clump ofcedar bushes from behind which her friend had covertly watched thesecret burial of the jar containing the money.
"I wonder if the money's still there?" asked Sally in a low tone, as thetree was pointed out to her.
"I reckon so," answered Sophronia. "We might go look, only there's apossible danger of his coming upon us in the act. Hush! listen!" shecautioned, almost in the same breath, warningly pressing her companion'sarm. "I hear somebody comin' up the ravine, now. Don't move! I shouldn'tbe surprised if it wasn't Steve himself," she added in a whisper. "He'scomin' to see if his Judas money is safe!"
"Suppose he should spy us?" asked Sally in sudden trepidation.
"But he can't, these bushes will hide us securely." "Yes, it's him," shecontinued softly, as she cautiously parted the thick foliage and peeredthrough; "he's comin' up the ravine, an' he's got his arm in a sling,"she added a minute or two later as she withdrew her face from theopening and signalled Sally to take her place.
Thus the two, alternating their keen watch, saw Steve reach the spotSophronia had pointed out but the moment before, as the secret burialplace of the treasure, and when he had reached it he immediately beganto dig with one hand in the ground to unearth the glass jar.
He was some little time in doing this, hampered as he was with one armin a sling, but at last the job was happily accomplished, and holdingthe jar between his knees, as Sophronia remembered also to have done, heunscrewed the lid with his free hand, and was soon deeply engaged incounting over the bills.
"Hello! Steve! what in the devil air you doin'?"
So intent was Judson in his pleasant and unusual occupation, and sointerested the two spectators behind the cedar bushes, that the presenceof a fourth party was quite unknown and unsuspected by all until a voicebroke abruptly and startlingly on the quiet of the spot.
Steve gave a nervous start, as if he had received an electric shock,and almost dropped the roll of bills that was spread out on his knee,while the quick move he made overturned the jar at his feet, and sent itrolling down the declivity, until it broke with a sharp crash on therocks in the dry bed of the stream below.
Even the two girls came near betraying their presence by a cry ofsurprise at the unexpected intrusion. Close upon the words of thenew-comer, and before Steve could gather up his money and hide it, thebushes on the opposite side of the ravine, right above Steve, wereparted, and a man caught hold of a wild grape-vine hanging from a tree,jutting out over a ledge, and lightly swung himself down to within a fewfeet of where Steve sat. It was Jade Beddow.
"I went to your house huntin' you, an' your wife said you was down inthis direction somewheres. How's your arm gettin'?" the speaker suddenlycaught sight of the bank bills on Steve's knee, and broke into a lowwhistle of astonishment.
"Well,--great--Je--ru--sa--_lem_! where'd you git all that money?" heasked in frank surprise.
"I--I--I've been savin' it up for a rainy day," stammered Steve,nervously clutching the bills in his one hand, and crushing them intohis broad palm, as if to hide them from Jade's keen eyes.
"How much 've you got there?" questioned his companion curiously.
"I don't know," answered Steve, hurriedly. "Not much, though--I was justcountin' it when you come."
"It rather surprised you, didn't it?" asked Jade with a laugh.
"I should think so," acknowledged Steve. "You must have slipped downhere mighty quiet."
"I did," admitted Jade. "I wanted to see what mischief you was up to. Ididn't expect to catch you countin' money like some banker. What's thishole in the ground? Been buryin' it, you d--n miser?"
"It's safer than riskin' it in a bank, where you don't know who's going'to steal it."
"That's true," agreed Jade, stooping to pick up the scrap of paper whichhad been wrapped around the money, and had now dropped on the ground atSteve's side. It was the identical scrap that had given Sophronia aclue as to how this money had come into Steve's possession, and whenJade picked it up, she waited anxiously to see if he would also make asimilar discovery.
At first the intruder glanced at it carelessly and seemed about tocrumple it up in his hand, then suddenly the whole expression of hisface changed as his eyes fell on the printed matter. He read it hastily,and quickly turned on Steve in accusing anger.
"You scoundrel!" he cried, shaking the scrap of paper in his companion'sface. "You got this money by sellin' out. You've betrayed us!"
"I haven't," Steve stoutly denied, although his face turned a sallowwhite as he spoke. "Who says I told on the band?"
"The proof's right here," affirmed Jade, again shaking the scrap ofpaper violently in Steve's face. "Here's the reward offered forinformation concernin' the riders. You're the traitor, and you alone!"
"I'm not!" persisted the accused, though his voice seemed less assertivethan before, and held in its tone a quality of fear. "You've no rightto say so. I picked up that scrap of paper on the side of the road theother day."
"Yes, an' you also picked up the traitor's price along with it," sneeredJade Beddow. "I'll just save this for future use," he added, folding thepaper and thrusting it in his pocket.
"What use?" asked Steve nervously.
"As evidence when you come to be tried for a spy," answered Jade calmly."You haven't forgot this soon the penalty of betrayin' our band, haveyou?" he continued in a sterner voice, fixing his cold, piercing eyesfull upon his companion.
"I never done it," muttered Steve, letting his eyes drop before theclose scrutiny of Jade's gaze. "You cain't prove it."
A sudden thought came to the accuser as he stood looking at the culprit,who squirmed about uneasily under the penetrating eyes, and the tonesthat Jade next employed suggested rather an argument than a threat. Hisvoice dropped into almost a persuasive key.
"Now look here, Steve!" he said quietly, "I've caught you dead torights, an' you cain't squirm our of it, so you needn't try. You soldyourself for this money, don't deny it. You haven't saved up fifty centsin the last ten years, you know it, yet here you sit with a handful ofcrisp new bank-notes, tellin' me you earned 'em honestly. Ha! ha! that'sa good one! The devil himself would laugh at a joke like that."
Jade Beddow folded his arms and looked down on the poor wretch at hisfeet, who gave no evidence of the humor of the situation.
"Now see here, Steve! you're in a tight fix, sure an' certain, but ifyou'll do just as I tell you, I'll promise to get you out."
"How?" asked Steve hoarsely, a growing sign of weakness manifest.
"By fixin' the deed on somebody else."
"Who?"
"Milt Derr."
Steve remained silent.
"Fix it on him, an' it saves you. You'll have to lie a bit, but you'regood at that."
"I cain't put it on him--don't ask me!" cried Steve sharply. "He done mea good turn only the other night. I cain't lie on him now."
Jade gave a sudden, short, harsh laugh. "Your conscience is gittin'mighty tender, all of a sudden," he said derisively.
"He stopped an' took me up behind him, after the rest of you had ridoff. But for him I'd be in jail, right now."
"All right! you can do as you please about t
he matter," answered Jadecoolly. "Only there's a much hotter plac'n the jail, they say, which youstand a mighty good chance of reachin', an' d--n quick, too. If you wantto suffer a traitor's fate, you can do so, I'll see that you get yourjust desserts, an' quickly. I've showed you an easy way to escape. Youcan take it or leave it, just as you choose."
He turned as if to go, while Steve caught at him, as a drowning man at astraw.
"I'll testify ag'in him!" cried Steve despairingly.
"Very well! That's a bargain. We're goin' to have a meetin' to-night, atthe old stone quarry near the bridge. Be on hand without fail, an'remember, that it's _him_ or _you_," he added significantly.