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He thought he heard, too, a shouting through the falling snow. "Something's wrong over yonder," thought the young farmer. He hesitated but for a moment. He had never stepped upon the Dickerson place, nor spoken to Sam Dickerson since the trouble about the turkeys. The lantern continued to swing. Eagerly as the snow came down, it could not blind Hiram to the waving light.
But this was not the only crop possibility be turned over in his mind. There were other vegetables that would grow luxuriantly on that bottom land providing, always, the flood did not come and fulfill Henry Pollock's prophecy. "Two feet of water on that meadow, eh?" thought Hiram. "Well, that certainly would be bad. I wouldn't want that to happen after the ground was plowed this year, even.
When Hiram entered the chamber of Ramses he saw Queen Niort's, the chief treasurer, the chief scribe, and a number of generals. Ramses XIII was irritated, and walked up and down quickly through the chamber. "Here we have the misfortune of the pharaoh, and of Egypt!" exclaimed the queen, pointing to the Phoenician.
"Now, you see, there's somebody just as smart as you be. These horses have drunk there, and they're going to drink again." "Is that your father yonder?" demanded Hiram, shortly. "Yes, it is." "Call him over here." "Why, if he comes over here, he'll eat you alive!" cried Pete, laughing. "You don't know my dad." "I don't; but I want to," Hiram said, calmly. "That's why you'd better call him over.
"You betcha my life!" Lucy said lightly. She broke off suddenly and turned toward the door with a smile of welcome on her lips. In came Hiram Hooker's hated rival, Al Drummond. "Hello, Lucy!" he called breezily. Then he leaned over the counter, glanced hurriedly about the empty restaurant, and kissed the girl on the lips. She slapped at him playfully. "You got a nerve, Al!" she exclaimed.
There was no trace of the Shaker wagon, and indeed the road was growing wild and lonely. "I tell you what," said Hiram, stopping suddenly, "these beasts can't go on for ever, and then turn round and come back again. I'll turn here, and drive to the little tavern we passed about two mile back, and stable 'em, and then you and me can watch the road."
Gammon gasping. Only one pillar of that mental structure was standing. He grabbed at it. "I didn't believe she was the witch till she told me so herself," he stammered. "She never lied to me. I believed what she told me with her own mouth." The Haskell boy, still in the clutch of Hiram, evidently believed that the kind of confession that was good for the soul was full confession.
In the meantime, Randolph and Hiram again visited the aerodrome. After the revenue officer had departed, Dave came across Hiram looking for him. "Say, Dave," exclaimed the excited youth, "it's like a new world to me, all this. I declare, I never had such a time in my life. This Mr. Randolph is a prince." "Fixed things up for us, has he, Hiram?" "Right royally.
To tell the truth, the boy had rather wondered about his non-appearance during the days that had elapsed. But now he came with hand held out, and his first words explained the seeming omission: "I've been away for more than a week, my boy, or I should have seen you before. You're Hiram Strong, aren't you the boy my little girl has been talking so much about?"
Here it was impossible not to believe it had snowed. The forest was as still as night, and looked very strange with the white aisles lined by black tree trunks and the gray fog shrouding the tree-tops. Soon we were climbing again, and I saw that Hiram meant to head the canyon where I had left Dick. The fog split and blew away, and the brilliant sunlight changed the forest.
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