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At a turn in the wood, he met a negro boy with a tin bucket on his head. Harry knew him. It was Tom Haskins. "Hello, Tom!" said Harry, stopping for a moment; "I want you." "What you want, Mah'sr Harry?" asked Tom. "I want you to come to Aunt Judy's cabin and carry some messages over to Hetertown for me." "When you want me?" said Tom; "to-morrer mornin'?" "No; I want you to-night. This minute.
He could send the telegrams right on, on the regular line, and there would be no trouble or expense with messengers from the creek over to Hetertown." "That would be a splendid plan," said Harry; "but it would cost like everything to have a long line like that." "It wouldn't cost very much," said Mr. Martin.
It owed four dollars and twenty cents to the wood-cutters who worked on the construction of the line, and two dollars and a half for other assistance at that time. It owed three dollars, balance on furniture procured at Hetertown. It owed, for spikes and some other hardware procured at the store, one dollar and sixty cents.
What he wished to devise was some good plan to prevent the interruption, so often caused by the rising of Crooked Creek, of communication between the mica mine, belonging to the New York company, and the station at Hetertown. If he could do this, he thought he could make some money by it; and it was, as we all know, very necessary for him, or at least for Aunt Matilda, that he should make money.
Everything having been arranged on this basis, the extended line went into operation, without regard to the amount of water in the creek, and old Miles carried no more telegrams to Hetertown. The telegraph business, however, became much less interesting to Kate and the boys. It seemed to them as if it had been taken entirely out of their hands, which was, indeed, the true state of the case.
When George Mason heard all this, he walked out of the back-door and over to the wood-pile, where he got an axe and cut down the pole that was in Cousin Maria's back yard. And when the pole fell, it broke the wire, just as Mr. Martin had got to the sixth word of a message he was sending over to Hetertown. Cousin Maria was outraged.
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