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Updated: June 1, 2025
At the end of this happy week the Overlanders packed up what was left of their equipment and rode away towards home, stopping for a day for a visit with Jed Thompson's family, and incidentally to warn Jed that it might be wise for him to raise and use other crops than corn, lest the revenue men take him in as they had done with the Spurgeon gang.
So you never said anything about the four hundred you had put by, Charlie." "No. I felt that I had been treated badly and why, Jed, the man used to urge me to dress better than I could afford, to belong to the most expensive club and all that sort of thing.
I sympathized with Dean and Alvin Baker. The possession of money did not necessarily imply omnipotence. This was Cape Cod, not New York. His Majesty might, as Captain Jed put it, have blown his Imperial nose, but I, for one, wouldn't "lay in a supply of handkerchiefs" not yet. I heard a rustle in the bushes and, turning my head, saw Lute coming along the path.
The boys gazed in that direction but saw nothing unusual and said so. "The turkeys are in yonder tree," answered Jed Sanborn. "I jest saw two on 'em movin' around on some branches. "You certainly have keen eyes," answered Snap, for the distance to the tree was at least a hundred and fifty yards. "Have to have, lad, to be a good shot," was the reply.
Lum Bangs, too, managed to avoid the revenue agents, but was later hunted down and driven out of the mountains by Jed Thompson's friends. Late on the morning following the fight, Jed and some of his men rode into the camp with the Overland ponies and also turned in one belonging to his own outfit to take the place of the animal that the Spurgeons had shot.
Into the midst of her perplexity and anxiety came the news that Jed on his way home had been thrown from his horse, which was a young and vicious one, and had broken his leg. Jed was to act the part of Nick Bottom that evening, and he did it well! Now what in the world was she to do? If only Gardley would come! Just at this moment Forsythe arrived. "Oh, it is you, Mr. Forsythe!"
Meredith managed to give a weak laugh and, as the wagon hit another hump, she edged toward Jed. After a few moments he felt her head against his shoulder from suffering and exhaustion she fell into a brief and troubled sleep. Like one carved from rock, Jed held his position while a reverent expression grew upon his face.
"I'll hunt that fellow till I kill him, or drive him so far from the Old Pasture that he'll never think of coming back. I certainly will!" he said aloud, and started forth to hunt. Now it would have been better for the plans of Old Jed Thumper if he had kept them to himself instead of speaking aloud.
Jed sat down on the box he had just nailed and, taking one long leg between his big hands, pulled its knee up until he could have rested his chin upon it without much inconvenience. "I know, Sam," he drawled gravely, "but that's the trouble I ain't been anybody but me for forty-five years." The captain smiled, in spite of his impatience.
This rivalry between us was a serious matter so serious, indeed, that I immediately took advantage of what he had imputed and raced back to the spring. And Jed Dunham, scornful of the bullets that were puffing dust all around him, stood there upright in the open and waited for me. We came in side by side, with honours even in our boys' foolhardiness.
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