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As I waited in the black woods I heard a sweet sound of dripping water: 'Tink tank tenk tink, Ta tink tank tenk tonk. I did not know of any spring so near, and in the hot night it was a glad find. But the sound led me to the bough of a oak-tree, where I found its source.
"Is that all?" inquired Marsh. "Aye tell my wife she say Aye drink too much hootch," grinned Nels. "So Aye don't tell her about deh oder night." "What night was that?" "Aye tenk las' Monday night. Aye go see Ole. He have some new stuff goodt goodt. Aye stay late don't see well com'n' home. Aye tenk Aye turn in my own gate and walk walk walk but no home. Aye hear auto com'n' get out of de road.
Such a soft sweet song; full of delightful suggestion on such a night: Tonk tank tenk tink Ta tink a tonk a tank a tink a Ta ta tink tank ta ta tonk tink Drink a tank a drink a drunk. It was the 'water-dripping' song of the saw-whet owl. But suddenly a deep raucous breathing and a rustle of leaves showed that Ranger was back. He was completely fagged out.
He kept on running as he did. "Aye ent care to stop," he said. "Aye kent suit you, Master Bost. You tal me Aye skoll du a teng, den you cuss me for duing et. You tal me not to du a teng and you cuss me some more den. Aye tenk I yust keep on a-running, lak yu tal me tu last night. Et ent so hard bein' cussed ven yu ban running." "I tell you to stop, you potato-top," gasped Bost.
"But I don't want to buy a place that has a bad name. Will you tell me what you think is the matter with it?" Nels glanced about him, and standing a little closer to Marsh, said in a lowered, voice, "Aye tenk bad men live dere." "But," protested Marsh, "I thought the house was closed, and had only a caretaker, or someone like that?" "No caretaker," answered Nels. "Tree four five men.
"I thought you said those men were living in the house," he queried, turning to Nels. "So Aye tenk," Nels assured him. "Queer," murmured Marsh. "No fire, no food, and no signs of cooking." "Mebbe in basement," suggested Nels. "Well, we're going there now," said Marsh. "Do you know the way, Nels?"
"Aye ent no fule, yentlemen; Aye know ven Aye ban doing right teng. Master Bost he say 'Keep on running! Aye gass I run till hal freeze on top. Aye ent know why. Master Bost he know, I tenk." "This is awful," said Lambert, the manager of the team. "He's taken Bost literally again the chump. He'll run till he lands up in those pine woods again. And that ball cost the association five dollars.
Oh, hang it, I'm all in." And Bost sat down in the road. A hundred yards on we noticed Ole slacken speed. "It's sinking through his skull," said Harris eagerly. In another minute he had stopped. We picked up Bost again and ran up to him. He surveyed us long and critically. "Das ban qveer masheen," he said finally. "Aye tenk Aye lak Aye skoll be riding back in it.
Ole had tramped on us and had climbed over the auto. Force wouldn't do, that was plain. "Where are you going, Ole?" we pleaded as we tore along beside him. "Aye ent know," he panted, laboring up a hill; "das ban fule game, Aye tenk." "Come on back and play some more," we urged. "Bost won't like it, your running all over the country this way." "Das ban my orders," panted Ole.
Here they found a hall leading across the house, with a doorway at the far end, and one on either side. "Aye tenk," said Nels, pointing down the hall, "dat door go outside dis one to laundry dat one Aye don't know." Marsh opened the last door indicated by Nels, and lighting another match, found it a rough basement containing the heating plant, coal bins, and general storage space.
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