Chapter 10
Chapter 10 of Born to Good Luck by a Self-Made Man. This LibriVox recording is in a public domain. Chapter 10. In which Dick finds Luke Maslin in bad company and overhears a shady scheme. Tramps! ejaculated Dick in some dismay. Then he added, in a perplexed tone,
What are we going to do? They've got possession of the only decent room in the house. Maybe there's only one of them, suggested Joe, hopefully. Even so, he has as much right there as we have, if it came to an argument. Joe scratched his head and admitted the fact. We've simply been trespassers on the property ourselves from the start, said Dick.
Well, what are we going to do about it? Asked Fletcher as Dick pulled up under the trees by the side of the road a short distance from the gate. Wait here till I come back. And the young driver handed the reins to his chum and descended from his perch. Vaulting the rail fence, he approached the old building by a flank movement across the weed-encumbered yard.
He picked up a large flat stone and placed it beneath the window. Stepping on it, he peered through the dirt-begrimed window into the room. A fire was burning in the grate, and gathered about the stove were three figures, two of whom were boys. They were not tramps. The man, who had at that moment a bottle glued to his lips, was bearded and wore a coarse fur cap.
As the man dropped the flask into a pocket of his jacket, he made some remark and lifted the stove lid with a stout twig. The end boy reached for some broken branches, rose and began to stuff these into the grate. The glare of the blaze shone full in his face,
and Dick gave a gasp of astonishment. He recognized the freckled features of Luke Maslin. Gee whiz, what's he doing here? muttered the boy outside. Naturally his curiosity was greatly excited.
It was a strange place and strange company for the son of Silas Maslin to be found mixed up with. What did it all mean? I never knew Luke to be away from home before. And here he is thirty miles from Cobham's Corner, muttered Dick. There's something queer about it.
The cold night wind whisking about the building soon made the young watcher's position one of discomfort. They act as if they intended to stay a while, he said to himself. I'd like to discover what their intentions are. Dick thought a moment. then he went round to a door which he knew opened on an entry that communicated with the kitchen.
He removed his shoes and cautiously entered the house. The door at the end of the entry leading into the kitchen was partly open and through this door the boy plainly heard the sound of conversation. He tiptoed his way to the door and through the crack between the upper and lower hinges he got a good view of the intruders.
As the trio spoke in their ordinary tones Dick heard every word they said. I didn't agree to go into any such thing as this when I left home, said Luke in a tone of plain remonstrance. It ain't what you agreed to do, it's what you got to do. Now you're with us, spoke up the whiskered man with a fierce glance at the storekeeper's son,
evidently bent on intimidating him. What you kicking about, Luke? interjected the other youth whom Dick thought he identified as a certain boy of Walk Hill Village named Tim Bunker. A feller that'll steal five dollars off his old man
ain't got no reason to grumble when he showed how he can make twenty times that much without any risk to mention. The speaker leaned forward and squirted a stream of tobacco juice into the fire
while the bearded man nodded his approval. I didn't steal five dollars, saluted doggedly. I borrowed it from the till because I needed it and I was going to put it back when I got it again.
Ho, ho, that ain't the way you gave it to me first. you told me how slick you got away with it cause you wanted it to buy a gun you saw advertised in a Syracuse paper and your old man wouldn't give you the price then you said the old man found out he was a fiver to the bad
and charged Dick Armstrong with stealing it he skipped out cause he couldn't prove he didn't take it and didn't want to go to jail for what he didn't do and you ain't heard nothing from him since have you no we haven't growled Luke
after doing all that damage Now you want to preach us a sermon against helping ourselves to a nice little bunch of dough that's just waiting to be put in circulation after lying in old Mr. Fairclothes strongbox these forty years? He's a peach, ain't he, Mudgett? appealing to the man beside him, who at that moment was taking another drink from his flask.
A born chump, admitted Mudgett, wiping his lips with the cuff of his jacket. I'm disappointed in him, Tim. So am I. Thought he had more backbone. and it's such an easy snap too just like picking up money ain't it
grinned the bunker boy that's what it is replied Mudge it complacently it was a clever idea of mine to send that old miser a letter
telling him his brother who lives in Walk Hill was dead and had left him the bulk of his money that's right grinned Bunker
Faircloth's been waiting for his brother to die for twenty years or more it's the only thing that could have got him away from this house and now all we've got to do is walk in and help ourselves said mudget that's all winked tim
bucker it's almost a shame and so easy the young rascal chuckled and thumped luke on the back brace up he cried to mr maslin's graceless son you're one of us now in this scheme and mudget won't hear of you backing out at the last minute but i don't want nothing to do with it protested luke That doesn't make no matter of difference whether you want to or not, said Mudgett in a threatening voice.
You're in this thing right up to your neck, for you delivered that letter to Fairclough himself, and he won't forget that when he comes back and finds out what happened while he was away. You can't go back to Cobbins without the certainty of being arrested on sight. The bearded man stated his case with such brutal frankness
that Luke turned white and began to whimper. Shut up, will you? thundered Mudget, reaching over and grabbing Luke by the collar. Stop your sneveling or I'll break every bone in your body. The storekeeper's son was frightened in the silence.
When do we start, Mudget? asked Bunker, fishing a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. We'll start now, I guess. It must be close on to nine o'clock. There isn't much danger of anyone seeing us on the road after that hour.
Dick, who had been an amazed listener of the foregoing conversation, concluded it was time to withdraw. When he got outside, he found the light had been extinguished in the kitchen, and he took that as a sign that the trio were on the move. Fearing his presence might be detected in the yard if he attempted to recross it to the fence,
he crept under a corner of the porch and waited. Mudgett and the two boys appeared almost immediately and walked out to the road. Dick was in a sweat lest they might discover the team where it had been waiting a good half hour for him to return. But they turned up the road without looking in the other direction,
and when Dick reached the gate he could just make out their figures disappearing in the distance. End of chapter 10
