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Gabriel made no reply. "Do you like Abel?" Gabriel paused a moment; then said, "No, Sir." The merchant looked at the boy for a few moments. "Who did you like at school?" "Oh, I liked Jim Greenidge and Little Malacca best,", replied Gabriel, as if the whole world must be familiar with those names. At the mention of the latter Lawrence Newt looked interested, and, after talking a little more, said,
"Tut!" cried he, suddenly bringing his chair down upon its legs with a force that knocked his cigar out of his mouth, "I copied it from a head which Jim Greenidge has, and which he says was one of his school-fellows." Meanwhile Hope Wayne had carefully locked the door of her room.
It was Abel Newt who spoke; and as Gabriel stepped in, Newt asked, abruptly, "What do you want?" "I want to speak to Jim Greenidge." "Well, there he is," replied Newt, pointing to another bed. "Jim! Jim!" Greenidge roused himself. "What's the matter?" said his cheery voice, as he rose upon his elbow and looked at Gabriel with his kind eyes. "Come here, Gabriel. What is it?"
The doctor's name was Greenidge James Greenidge, and he had known Abel Newt at school. The woman Abel had left sat quivering and appalled. Every sound started her; every moment she heard him coming.
We are concerned here with the business which these men carried on, not with their history as a body in the State; this latter difficult subject has been handled by Dr. Greenidge in his Roman Public Life, and by many other writers.
All night long he could think of nothing but the strong figure of Jim Greenidge erect in the summer night, then plunging silently into the black water. When it was fairly light he hurried on his clothes, and passing quietly along the hall, knocked at the door of Number Seven. "Who's there?" cried a voice within. "It's only me." "Who's me?" "Gabriel Bennet." "Come in, then."
There were no more games, there was no other talk, that evening. When the boys were going to bed, Gabriel asked Little Malacca in which room Jim Greenidge slept. "He sleeps in Number Seven. Why?" "Oh! I only wanted to know." Gabriel Bennet could not sleep. His mind was too busy with the events of the day.
"Can't I brush your clothes then, or do any thing for you?" persisted Gabriel, softly. "Certainly not. Why do you want to?" replied Greenidge. "Oh! I only thought it would be pleasant if I could do something that's all," said Gabriel, as he moved slowly away. "I'm sorry to have waked you." He closed the door gently as he went out.
In a few moments the procession turned into the grounds, and the boat was drawn to the platform. "The little boys may go," said Mr. Gray. They dropped the rope and turned away. They did not even try to see what was done with the body; but when Blanding came out of the house afterward, they asked him who found the drowned man. "Jim Greenidge," said he.
Gray, "and call the big boys. There's a man drowning in the pond!" The game was over at once, and each young heart thrilled with vague horror. Abel Newt, Muddock, Blanding, Tom Gait, Jim Greenidge, and the rest of the older boys, came rushing out of the school-room, and ran toward the barn, in which the boat was kept upon a truck.
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