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Loudon, had just come to Lewston's cabin, hoping for news by telegraph. Harvey had been there all day. Mr. Loudon said he would now hurry home with the good news, but before bidding his son good night, he told him that he must not think of returning until the creek had fallen. He must stay at Aunt Judy's, or go over to Hetertown.
One day, when a meeting was in session by the roadside, near "One-eyed Lewston's" cabin or the Akeville telegraph station, as I should say George and Harry had a slight dispute, and Purvis took occasion to give vent to some of his dissatisfaction. "I don't see what you're President for, anyway," said he to Harry.
"There's a hammer under the seat of the buggy. One of you boys run and get it." At the word, two negro boys rushed for the buggy and the hammer. "A screw-driver would do better," said Harvey Davis. "One-eyed Lewston's got a screw-driver," said one of the men. "Dar Lewston!" cried John William Webster. "Dar he! Jist comin' ober de bridge." "Shet up!" cried Aunt Judy.
As this man, who had red hair, and a red face, and large red hands, pulled slowly along the creek, turning his head every now and then to see where he was going, he gradually approached the bridge that crossed the creek near "One-eyed Lewston's" cabin. Just before he reached the bridge, he noticed what seemed to him a curious shadow running in a thin straight line across the water.
Harry was the grand director of affairs. He had a good, loud voice, and it served him well on this important occasion. "Look out, there!" he cried. "Don't any of you touch a box or anything, till I tell you what to do. They're not all to go into Aunt Judy's cabin. Some things are to go across the creek to Lewston's house.
Every minute or two he shouted at the top of his voice, "Oh, Lewston!" Very soon he heard some one shouting in reply, and he recognized Lewston's voice. It seemed to come from the creek. Thereupon, Harry made his way through the trees and soon caught sight of the old colored man.
"Oh, no!" said Harvey, "not so many as that; not over forty-seven." "I'm going over to Lewston's. Perhaps he knows of a boat," said Harry; and away he ran. But Lewston was not in his cabin, and so Harry hurried along a road in the woods that led by another negro cabin about a half-mile away, thinking that the old man had gone off in that direction.
"You take my station, Harvey, and I'll go over and work your end of the line." There was no opposition to this plan, and so Harry hurried off with Harvey to Lewston's cabin and helped him to make the connections and get the line in working order at that end, and then he ran down to the boat, jumped in, and Lewston pushed him off.
Harvey had no answer ready for this, but as they were hurriedly fastening Selim and the mule to trees near Lewston's cabin, he said: "Perhaps Mr. Lyons may come down and work the other end of the line." "He can't get off," said Harry. "He has his own office to attend to. And, besides, that wouldn't do. We must work our own line, especially at the very beginning.
"I thought you uns ud send de letters an' all ober dat wire? Dere's lots more letters dan telegrums." "I know that," said Harry, hurriedly; "but we can't send letters. Give the telegraphic messages, and you go back to the mines with the letters, and if there's anything in them that they want to telegraph, let them write out the messages, and you bring them over to Lewston's cabin."
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