CHAPTER XXI
ROGER TAKES A JOURNEY
Roger was uncertain for a few minutes what to do. He heard the wagonrumbling past him, but gave no notice to the driver until the lattercalled out:
"Hello, young man! Want a ride?"
Then the boy saw that the man was his uncle's neighbor, Enberry Took. Upto that minute Roger had not the remotest idea of taking a ride, but forsome reason he could not explain, he resolved to get into the wagon. Hewanted time to think of some new plan. So he nodded in answer to Mr.Took's invitation.
"Whoa, Kate!" called Enberry to his mare, and pulled up oppositeProfessor Bailey's gate. Roger climbed to the seat, having first wrappedhis precious crystals in a piece of paper before placing them in aninside pocket.
"G'lang!" shouted Mr. Took to Kate in a loud voice. "She's a littledeef," the driver explained, indicating his mare. "Gittin' wuss, too.Hev t' git her a ear trumpet soon, ef it keeps on. Look kinder queer,wouldn't it, a mare 'ith a ear trumpet?"
"I think it would," replied Roger, smiling at the idea.
"G'lang!" shouted Mr. Took again, and this time the mare started off ata slow pace.
The two rode for a few minutes in silence.
"Nice day," ventured Enberry at length.
"Fine," assented Roger.
"Goin' fer?" went on Mr. Took, flicking a fly from the mare's back.
"Why, yes--er--that is--I don't know. I mean I can't say."
"Wa'al, we'll git at it arter a while," laughed Enberry. "Which is it?"
"Where are you going?" asked Roger, a sudden thought coming to him.
"Syracuse. Why?"
"That's where I'm going then."
"Humph! Made up yer mind rather suddint," commented Enberry, with agrin. "But ye're welcome, all th' same. I won't be comin' back 'tilrather late though, 'long about nine o'clock," he added.
"That will suit me good enough," said Roger. "I'll tell you what it is,"growing confidential, and knowing he could trust Mr. Took. "I want to goto Syracuse to find a chemist. I have something, and I want to find outwhat it is. I was going to ask Professor Bailey, but he has gone away,and I'm in a hurry. I don't s'pose you know of a man out to the city whocould tell all about minerals and such things, do you?"
"Ye say ye've got suthin' 'n' don't know what it is?" asked Mr. Took,with rather a puzzled look on his face.
Roger nodded.
"Then I know th' very place fer ye," said Enberry, suddenly. "PerfessorBootsky 's th' man fer ye. He's a fortune teller. That's what ye want.He'll reveal th' past, present, 'n' future. I went t' him onct. Told meI'd hev bad luck inside of a month, 'n' I'll be gol-swizzled ef one a'my cows didn't up 'n' die on me. He's th' chap fer ye. Tell ye anythin''bout nothin' 'n' nothin' 'bout everythin', jest's ye like. I'll take yet' him. G'lang, Kate!" and fired with sudden energy and enthusiasm, Mr.Took sent the mare along at a flying pace.
"No! No!" exclaimed Roger, trying not to laugh.
"No?" with a puzzled air, from Enberry.
"I have something I want analyzed, to find out what sort of stuff itis," said Roger.
"Hain't nobody been tryin' t' pizen ye, hev they?" asked Enberry, with astartled look. "I read 'bout a case like thet in th' papers onct. Fellermost died from drinkin' well water. Had a green scum on it. Took it t' aperfessor, 'n' what d' he s'pose he said?"
"What?"
"Paris Green! G'lang, Kate!"
"Oh, this is nothing like that," said Roger. "At least I do not believewhat I have is poison."
"And you want jest a ordinary chemist 'n' not a fortune teller, eh?"
"I do."
"Wa'al," said Mr. Took, at length, "ye come t' th' right place fereinformation fer onct in yer life, Roger. I know jest th' feller ye want.He used t' live out here 'fore he growed up, got a eddercation, 'n'become one a' them chaps what looks through a glass, 'n' tells ye 'boutbugs in th' drinkin' water, 'n' wigglers turnin inter musquiters. 'N' helooks through a thing like a telescope, 'n' tells ye 'bout lines, 'n'angles, 'n' feet, 'n' chains, 'n' links, 'n' so on. What d' ye call themfellers?"
"Surveyors," ventured Roger.
"That's it. He's a surveyor. Addison Vanter is his name. He's one of 'ememployed by the city, 'n' his office is in th' town hall. I'll take yeright t' him; I know him, 'n' he'll fix ye up. G'lang, Kate!"
"I didn't tell the folks I was coming away," said Roger, "so I hopewe'll be back before very late. I wouldn't like them to be worried on myaccount."
"We'll git back all right," answered Mr. Took. "'Long 'bout haf-pasteight er nine o'clock. Bert's folks won't miss ye 'til then, 'speciallyas boys is allers traipsin' off sommers er other."
"I guess nine o'clock will not be too late," said Roger. "Would youmind, Mr. Took," the boy went on, "not speaking about this trip topeople in Cardiff? You see I want to surprise my uncle, and I don't wanthim to know anything about what I am doing. There's nothing wrong in it,though."
Mr. Took promised readily enough, as he knew he could trust the boy, andhe did not ask any questions, for which Roger was grateful. They werewell on their journey now, driving along the pleasant valley road in thesunshine. It yet lacked considerable of noon, but Roger began to feelhungry, for, in the excitement, he had not eaten much breakfast. Mr.Took seemed to know this, and with a good-natured smile, he reachedunder the seat and pulled out a pail.
"My wife allers puts this snack up for me when I go t' th' city," hesaid. "Here, help yerself," and he extended the pail filled with crisp,brown doughnuts and some cream cheese. Roger did full justice to Mrs.Took's excellent cooking, and, when he had finished the fifth cake hefelt much better. Nor had Mr. Took been a whit behind him in disposingof the toothsome fried cakes.
"They're fine," was Roger's verdict.
"Allers make me thirsty," commented Mr. Took, "but I know where I kingit a drink."
He shook the reins, and Kate trotted on.
"Whoa up!" shouted Enberry, suddenly pulling the mare in. "Here we be."
Beside the road was a hollowed-out tree trunk, moss lined, filled to theedges and running over with clear, cool, sparkling water, that flowedand bubbled into the trough from a wooden pipe, made from a hollow log,which extended back to the spring. There was a dried yellow gourd for adipper, and Mr. Took and Roger drank their fill, while Kate stuck hernose deep into the liquid, and sucked it up with queer little noises.
"Finest water in th' state," said Mr. Took, wiping his mouth dry on theback of his hand, "finest water in th' state."
And Roger agreed with him.
"Wa'al, we'll git along I guess," said Enberry, after a pause, and theymade no other stop until they reached Syracuse. Mr. Took drove under thesheds back of the Candee House, where the Cardiff stage put up. Thislumbering vehicle had arrived a few minutes before them.
"Not so bad," said Mr. Took, glancing at his big silver watch. "It's oneo'clock. Now we'll git some dinner. Hello, Porter!" he called to thestage driver, who just then emerged from the barn. "How be ye? Most gotin ahead on ye, didn't I?"
"Had t' make a few extra stops," explained Mr. Amidown. "Made me aleetle late," and, with a nod, he passed on.
Now Roger was almost as hungry as if he had not eaten the doughnuts, andhe wanted his dinner very much. But he knew hotels charged for food,even if it was for a small boy, and he realized, for the first time,that, in his hurry he had come away without any money. So he began towonder how he could pay for a meal, or even a half of one, providingthey had that kind. He did not like to go in with Mr. Took, under thecircumstances, so he rather hung back, when his friend followed thestage driver into the public parlor of the Candee House. But Enberry wasquick to notice the boy's diffidence, and, rightly guessing the cause,he said:
"I'm standin' treat t'-day, Porter. You 'n' Roger here, is invited t'dine at my expense. 'T ain't often I git a chanst t' hev company at myhotel, 'n' when I do I make th' most on it. Now, now," as he saw Rogerhesitating, "no excuses, jest come right along. I've got lots t' do, 'n'no time t' stand on ceremony. 'Sides, I'm
's hungry's a b'ar 'n' herfour cubs."
So there was nothing to do but accept the invitation, and soon all threewere sitting down to a plain, but bountifully spread table.
"I'll take ye t' thet feller I spoke about, Roger," said Mr. Took, as hebegan on his second piece of pie. "Then I'll hev t' leave ye. Be backhere by six o'clock, 's I'll start then. Can't do my tradin' much aforethet. That'll give us a chanst t' git a bite a' supper, 'n' we kin be inCardiff by nine o'clock. Th' moon's full, 'n' it'll be good drivin'."
"He kin go back 'ith me, 'bout three o'clock," spoke up Mr. Amidown."I'd like t' hev him on th' stage."
Roger thanked his friend for the offer, but said he was not sure hecould be through with what he had to do in that short time, and so hedecided to stick to his original plan and go back with Mr. Took. Itwould be more fun, too, he thought, driving home by moonlight. Thedinner was soon over, and, when Mr. Took had paid the bill, he and Rogerwalked up the main street of Syracuse.
They made their way to the city hall, and Enberry soon located hisacquaintance. Mr. Vanter was glad to see some one from Cardiff,especially Mr. Took, with whom he was quite friendly. Roger wasintroduced.
"He's a N' York city boy, out on a visit to his uncle, a neighbor a'mine," explained Enberry. "He has a notion he wants t' see ye 'boutsuthin', jest what, I don't know, but he'll tell ye. Now I've got t' go.Remember, Roger, be at th' Candee House by six o'clock."
"I will," replied the boy, as Mr. Took left.
"Now, my young friend, what can I do for you?" asked Mr. Vanter,pleasantly.
Roger pulled from his pocket the paper containing the mysterious whitecrystals. He held them toward the surveyor.
"What are they?" the boy asked.
Mr. Vanter took them in his hand. He smelled of them, once, twice. Then,taking a tiny piece of one of the particles he touched it on the tip ofhis tongue. He made a wry face.
"Humph!" he remarked, and tasted again. "It must be," he muttered tohimself, as Roger looked anxiously on. Then the chemist got a test tube,put some of the crystals in it, and poured a little water on them. Heshook the glass violently, until the white particles had all dissolved.Then he brought out several bottles of chemicals, and began his tests.Roger was much interested, and, at the conclusion of the experimenting,when Mr. Vanter put his materials aside, the boy leaned forward, andasked breathlessly:
"What is it?"
"You have here," said Mr. Vanter, smiling a little, "a very fine sampleof--pure rock salt."
"Salt?"
Roger's heart went away down into his shoes. Why, he thought, shouldMr. Ranquist and Mr. Dudley have been so elated over a little salt.
"Just ordinary salt, though a very fine grade," repeated the surveyor.
"Only salt," and there was a world of disappointment in Roger's tone.
"But salt is not to be despised, by any means," went on Mr. Vanter. "Ifit wasn't for the salt wells, Syracuse would not be such a fine city asit is. Besides, if there was no salt, the people of the whole worldwould be very badly off. Is there something behind all this, Roger?Perhaps if you tell me I may be able to help you more than I can now. Asit is I am working in the dark."
"Then I'll tell you everything," said Roger, and he did so, from thearrival of the two strangers in Cardiff, and his suspicions of them, themanner in which he had discovered them drilling the hole, how theysought to keep him away from the spring glade, and, finally, his escapefrom Mr. Ranquist that morning, ending with his journey to Syracuse.
"Hum," remarked Mr. Vanter at length. "Hum." He pursed up his lips, andwrinkled his forehead in deep thought as he paced rapidly back and forthin his office. Then he clapped his hands together with a resoundingwhack, and cried aloud:
"That's it! By the Great Horn Spoon, but that's it! No wonder they wantto keep it secret."
"What?" asked Roger, Mr. Vanter's excitement infecting him. "What isit?"
"Well," began the surveyor, cautiously, "I wouldn't want to raise anyfalse hopes, but, Roger, my boy, I think you have stumbled across a bigdiscovery, or, rather, you have probably done so at the same time thesetwo men did. And it's a mighty good thing for you and your uncle. Yousay he is greatly in need of money to pay off this mortgage. Does Mr.Ranquist or Mr. Dudley know about that?"
"I'm afraid they do," said Roger, thinking of how Adrian hadincautiously told something of his father's affairs to the engineersthat day.
"That's bad, that's bad," went on Mr. Vanter, half to himself. "Now,since they know you are on the track of their secret, they'll actpromptly. Every minute is valuable. They may get your uncle to sign anagreement to-day promising to sell his land to them, and if he does so,it's as binding as if he deeded it away, if they choose to make himfulfil the contract, as, no doubt, they would do. If I had only known ofthis yesterday. But perhaps we can catch them yet." He looked quickly athis watch.
"But what's it all about?" asked Roger, who did not yet understand whatmade Mr. Vanter so excited, all over a little salt.
"It's this," replied the surveyor. "Unless I 'm very much mistaken,those men have discovered on your uncle's farm a valuable deposit ofrock salt. Of its extent and worth I can only guess, but, from theactions of Mr. Ranquist, the mine must be a rich one. His object will beto secure Mr. Kimball's land, or that part of it in the spring-glade,before the fact becomes known that there is salt under the surface. Thushe can obtain, for the price of ordinary farming real estate, propertythat may be worth thousands and thousands of dollars."
Roger felt his breath come with a gasp.
"And it's our business to prevent this," said Mr. Vanter. "Now," he wenton, "I'll tell you what we'll do."
He seemed to be thinking out a plan, and Roger waited, all impatience.
"You take the stage back to Cardiff," continued the surveyor. "I'll comeon after you with Mr. Took, and that will give me time to make somearrangements here. Now be careful what you do. Don't tell any one youhave seen me, and, when I arrive in Cardiff, don't recognize me if youmeet me in the road. Above all, hurry. You have only just time to catchthe stage. When you get home, say to your uncle the first thing: 'Don'tsign any papers to sell the spring-glade land for at least a week.' Ifhe wants to know why, tell him, and say you have seen me. But, if hehasn't signed, don't let him. Now hurry, and good luck go with you."
With wildly beating heart, thinking of what might happen in the next fewhours, Roger made his way to the Candee House, where he found the stagejust pulling out.
"Hi there! Mr. Amidown! Please take me along!" shouted the boy.
"Oh! Eh! Changed yer mind, did ye?" said Porter, as he pulled up histeam and helped Roger to climb on the high seat. "Wa'al, I'm glad t' hevye come along. I didn't hev no one t' ride 'ith me. Nothin' but a lot a'weemin passengers this trip. G'lang, Pete 'n' Jim," and he nicked thehorses lightly.
Roger thought the ride to Cardiff would never come to an end. But, atlast, he came in sight of the white church. He jumped off the stage atthe post-office, and ran all the way to his uncle's house. He burst intothe kitchen, where he saw Mr. Kimball looking at a paper.
"Fer th' land sakes," burst out Mrs. Kimball, "we thought a b'ar hadcarried ye off, Roger."
"Uncle Bert!" cried the boy, earnestly, "don't sign any papers, agreeingto sell the land near the spring!"
Mr. Kimball gazed slowly over the rims of his spectacles at his nephew.
"Wa'al," he began slowly, "I didn't know 's ye knew anythin' 'bout thistransaction, but ye're a leetle too late. I signed an hour ago. Mr.Ranquist brought th' agreement t' me, 'n' I must say I think I got agood price. Enough t' pay off th' mortgage, 'n' a leetle over."
"Then you have signed?" spoke the boy, waiting in fear for the answer.
"I hev."
"I'm too late," exclaimed Roger, bitterly. "They got ahead of me, afterall."