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And when I come back you'll hear a noise that is a noise and not a squeaky chirp." Then Mr. Nighthawk left his perch and climbed up into the sky. And when he had risen high enough to suit him he dropped like a stone. It seemed to Chirpy Cricket that he had never heard anything so loud as the boom that broke not far above his head soon afterward. At the very moment when it looked as if Mr.
He marked a series of dots upon the blotting-pad, for this conversation took place during the afternoon. "Claws!" I cried. "That eerie call! like the call of a nighthawk is it some unknown species of flying thing?" "We shall see, shortly; possibly to-night," was his reply.
He took his seat in a broken-backed chair; drew forth a huge red bandanna handkerchief; wiped his forehead; and said quietly: "I expected to meet a friend here to-night, gentlemen, instead of " "Enemies?" interrupted Mohun. "We are such, it is true, my dear sir, but you are quite safe. Your friend Nighthawk is called away; he is even ignorant of our presence here."
Alibi flapped his wings, stretched out his neck, and seemed about to cackle. "I am tired, Alibi," said Nighthawk, briefly, "go to the spring and get me some fresh water. You needn't come back in a hurry, as I wish to talk with Colonel Surry." And Mr. Nighthawk rose, and carelessly sat down near the window, through which he could reconnoitre. The object of this movement was soon evident. Mr.
Alibi, and went away, telling him to say nothing of it." "I then asked her," continued Nighthawk, "where the paper could be found. She replied that Alibi always carried it on his person. That was a few days ago. I am going to-night to see him, and recover the paper." I had listened to this narrative with strange interest. This singular woman was a curious problem.
At the opening of the tent, a head was seen the head passed through was followed by a body, and Mr. Nighthawk, private and confidential emissary, glided in with the stealthy step of a wild-cat. He was unchanged. His small eyes were as piercing, his smile as benignant, his costume black coat, white cravat, and "stove-pipe" hat as clerical as before. "Good evening, gentlemen," said Mr.
"Nighthawk dead!" "He must be, sartain." "You are mistaken, friend Alibi," said a voice behind him. And Nighthawk, in person, entered the house. Nighthawk had appeared, as was his wont, as if he had risen from the earth. But this circumstance disappeared from my mind at once. I was looking at his face. It had completely lost its benignant expression; was pale, and bore marks of great fatigue.
Chirpy Cricket pondered a good deal over the talk he had with Kiddie Katydid. It was clear that Mr. Nighthawk was a dangerous person. "Perhaps" Chirpy thought "perhaps if I could get him to take a greater interest in his music he wouldn't be so ferocious. Yes! I feel sure that if I could only persuade him to practice that booming sound it would give Mr. Nighthawk something pleasant to think of.
He was senseless! and I mounted my horse, galloped to the parsonage, was received with radiant smiles, and forgot the whole scene. On the next day Nighthawk did not return nor on the next. I did not see him again until the evening of the day on which I was married. "To that 'auspicious moment' I have now conducted you, my dear Surry. The morning for my marriage came.
The nighthawk came riding up on the horse he had picketed prior to going to sleep before sunup at the first stand.
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