"There wouldn"t," Dylks said, drying his eyes on a tatter of his coat sleeve, "be so much trouble if it wasn"t for the miracles."

"Yes," Braile replied to the thoughtful mood which he had fallen into, rather than to Dylks, "the ignorant are sure to want a sign, though the wise could get along without it. And you have to promise them a sign; you have to be fool enough to do that, though you know well enough you can"t work the miracle."

"You ain"t sure you can"t. You think, maybe--"

"Then, why," the Squire shouted at him, "why in the devil"s name, _didn"t_ you work the miracle at Hingston"s mill that night? Why didn"t you turn that poor fool woman"s bolt of linsey-woolsey into seamless raiment?"

Dylks did not answer.

"Why didn"t you do it? Heigh?"

"I thought maybe--I didn"t know but I did do it."

"What do you mean?"

"When I came up outside and told them that the miracle had been worked and the seamless raiment was inside the bolt, I thought it must be there."

"Why, in the name of--"

"I had prayed so hard for help to do it that I thought it must be."

"You prayed? To whom?"

"To--G.o.d."

"To yourself?"

Dylks was silent again in the silence of a self-convicted criminal. He did not move.

Braile had been walking up and down again in his excitement, in his enjoyment of the psychological predicament, and again he stopped before Dylks. "Why, you poor bag of shorts!" he said. "I could almost feel sorry for you, in spite of the mischief you"ve made. Why, _you_ oughtn"t to be sent to the penitentiary, or even lynched. _You_ ought to be put amongst the county idiots in the poorhouse, and--"

There came a soft plapping as of bare feet on the puncheon floor of the porch; hesitating about and then pausing at the door of the opposite room.

Then there came with the increased smell of cooking, the talking of women.

Presently the talking stopped and the plapping of the bare feet approached the door of the room shutting the two men in. The Squire set it slightly ajar, in spite of Dylks"s involuntary, "Oh, don"t!" and faced some one close to the opening.

"That you, Sally? You haven"t come to borrow anything at _this_ hour of the night?"

"Well, I reckon if you was up as early as Mis" Braile, you"d know it was broad day. No, I hain"t come to borry anything exactly, but I was just tellin" _her_ that if she"d lend me a fryun" of bacon, I"d do as much for her some day. She ast me to tell you your breakfast was ready and not to wait till your comp"ny was gone, but bring anybody you got with you."

Sally peered curiously in at the opening of the door, and Braile abruptly set it wide. "Perhaps you"d like to see who it is."

Sally started back at sight of the figure within. When she could get her breath she gasped, "Well, for mercy"s sakes! If it ain"t the Good Old Man, himself!" But she made no motion of revering or any offer of saluting her late deity.

"Well, now, if you"ve got some bacon for Abel"s breakfast you better stop and have yours with us," the Squire suggested.

"No, I reckon not," Sally answered. "I ain"t exactly sure Abel would like it. He ain"t ever been one of the Flock, although at the same time he ain"t ever been one of the Herd: just betwixt and between, like." As she spoke she edged away backward. "Well, I must be goun", Squire. Much obleeged to you all the same."

The Squire followed her backward steps with his voice. "If you should happen to see Jim Redfield on his way to his tobacco patch, I wish you"d tell him to come here; I"d like to see him."

He went in again to Dylks.

"What are you going to do with me, Squire Braile?" he entreated. "You"re not going to give me up?"

"I know my duty to my Maker," the old man answered. "I"ll take care of you, Jehovah Dylks. But now you better come in to breakfast--get some _hot_ pone. I"ll bring you a basin of water to wash up in."

He reopened the door in the face of Sally Reverdy, who gasped out before she plapped over to the steps and dropped away, "I just seen Jim Redfield, and I tole him you wanted him, and he said he would be here in half an hour, or as soon as he could see that the men had begun on his tubbacco. I didn"t tell him who you had here, and I won"t tell anybody else; don"t you be afraid."

"Well, that"s a good girl, Sally. Abel couldn"t have done better himself," the Squire called after her, and then he turned to Dylks. "Come along now, and get your _hot_ pone. Jim Redfield won"t hurt you; I"ll go bail for him, and I"ll see that n.o.body else gets at you. I"ve got a loft over this room where you"ll be safe from everything but a pet c.o.o.n that your Joey gave my little boy; and I reckon the c.o.o.n won"t bite you.

_I_ wouldn"t, in his _place_."

XVII

Redfield came rather later than he had promised, excusing himself for his delay. "I was afraid the frost had caught my tobacco, last night; but it seems to be all right, as far as I can see; I stayed till the sun was well up before I decided."

"It _was_ a pretty sharp night, but I don"t believe there was any frost," the Squire said. "At least Dylks didn"t complain of it."

"Dylks?" Redfield returned.

"Yes. Didn"t you know he was out again?"

"No, I didn"t. If I had that fellow by the scruff of the neck!"

The Squire knew he meant the sleeping sentinel at the thicket where Dylks had been hidden, and not Dylks. But he said nothing, and again Redfield spoke.

"Look here, Squire Braile, I think you did a bad piece of business letting that fellow go."

"I know you do, Jim, but I expect you"ll think different when you"ve seen him."

"Seen him? You mean you know where he is?"

"Yes."

"Well, all I"ve got to say is that if I can lay hands on that fellow he won"t give me the slip again."

"Well, suppose we try," the Squire said, and he opened the door into the room where Dylks was cowering, and remarked with a sort of casualness, as if the fact would perhaps interest them both, "Here"s one of the Lost, Dylks. I thought you might like to see him. Now, sit down, both of you and let"s talk this thing over."

He took a place on the side of the bed and the enemies each faltered to their chairs in mutual amaze.

"Oh, sit down, sit down!" the Squire insisted. "You might as well take it comfortably. n.o.body"s going to kill either of you."

"I don"t want to do anybody any harm," Dylks began.

"You"d better not!" Redfield said between his set teeth; his hands had knotted themselves into fists at his side.