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During one of their strolls they had met the correspondent of an American newspaper, but when the man learned they were suspects he got away from them as soon as possible. He did not know Mr. Merrick and his own liberty was too precarious for him to argue with Colonel Grau. "I'm beginning to think," said Uncle John, "that we're up against a hard proposition.
"They did; but they've all been bought up. John Merrick owns the spaces now, and we're working for John Merrick." "Who's he?" "Some friend of Mr. Forbes, up at Elmhurst." Mr. Hopkins was not a profane man, but he said a naughty word. And then he cut his horse so fiercely with the whip that the poor beast gave a neigh of terror, and started down the road at a gallop.
"And what shall Tom and I do in the morning?" inquired the latter. "We ought to make an early start, and do you think it would be safe for us to keep together?" "Not by no means it wouldn't," replied Merrick, quickly. "Unless you can induce somebody in Mr. Hobson's party to give you a trade for that roan colt. You mustn't try to ride him to Springfield.
The next morning Beardsley met me on leaving the breakfast table. He held a letter open in his hand, and looked annoyed and anxious. "Here's a note from Merrick. He sailed a week sooner than he expected has left New York, and will be here to-night. If I had only put the case in your hands earlier! I had a hope that you could clear the little girl. But it's too late.
Then, as a stout woman came out of another room, she grew sedate, and stood free from her husband in case they should be supposed to be upon their honeymoon. "Good afternoon, Mr. Merrick." She knew him, then. He was no stranger here. "Mrs. Tennant.... How ... how d'you do? This.... I've brought my wife with me this time," stammered Gaga proudly. "Sally, this is Mrs. Tennant."
She was plain, and she looked plainer than she was in the dresses which she made for herself by the light of nature and what she could remember of the current fashions at Merrick Kirk, to which she went every alternate Sunday. Her father and she took day about.
"Oh; is it?" asked Uncle John, looking upon the young man curiously. "What's happened to you, Joseph?" "Just an automobile accident, sir. The steering gear broke, and we went over an embankment." "I see." "Are you Mr. Merrick, sir." "Yes." "I owe you an apology for intruding upon your premises in this way, and beg you to forgive the seeming impertinence.
"Oh, yes; Forbes," said Erastus, trying to regain his accustomed ease. "A worthy young man, sir; but I'm afraid his chances are slim." "Are they, now?" asked Uncle John, pretending a mild interest. "Pretty thin, Mr. Merrick. Our majority is too great to overcome." "What do you think your majority will be? About sixty-six?" Mr. Hopkins gave a start and turned red.
"This way, Bill, this way!" Soon the rowboat struck the sand and Bahama Bill leaped out. His face was one broad smile. "So ye got the treasure after all, did ye!" he cried. "I'm powerful glad on it, yes, sir! Now we'll fool that Merrick crowd good!" "But what of them and of their vessel?" asked Anderson Rover anxiously.
Ignatius Wetzel stood her friend for once. His croaking voice filled the empty gap of silence exactly at the right time. He doggedly held the handkerchief under her eyes. He obstinately repeated: "Mercy Merrick is an English name. Is it not so?" Horace Holmcroft looked up from the table. "Mercy Merrick?" he said. "Who is Mercy Merrick?" Surgeon Wetzel pointed to the corpse on the bed.
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