Ralph Hazeltine forbore to interrupt, and occupied himself by scrutinizing the buildings that they were passing. They were nearing the center of the town now, and the houses were closer together than they had been on the "depot road," but never so close as to be in the least crowded. Each house had its ample front yard, and the new arrival could smell the box hedges and see, now and then, the whiteness of the kalsomined stones that bordered a driveway. It was too dark for the big seashells at the front steps to be visible, but they were there, all the same; every third house of respectability in Orham has them. There was an occasional shop, too, with signs like "Cape Cod Variety Store," or "The Boston Dry Goods Emporium," over their doors. On the platform of one a small crowd was gathered, and from the interior came shouts of laughter and the sound of a tin-panny piano.
"That's the billiard saloon," volunteered Captain Eri, suddenly waking from his trance. "Play pool, Mr. Hazeltine?""Sometimes."
"What d'ye play it with?"
"Why, with a cue, generally speaking."
"That so! Most of the fellers in there play it with their mouths.
Miss a shot and then spend the rest of the evenin' tellin' how it happened.""I don't think I should care to play it that way," said Ralph, laughing.
"Well, it has its good p'ints. Kind of all-round exercise;develops the lungs and strengthens the muscles, as the patent-medicine almanac says. Parker played it considerable.""I judge that your opinion of my predecessor isn't a high one.""Who? Oh, Parker! He was all right in his way. Good many folks in this town swore by him. I understand the fellers over at the station thought he was about the ticket.""Mr. Langley included?"
"Oh, Mr. Langley, bein' manager, had his own ideas, I s'pose!
Langley don't play pool much; not at Web Saunders' place, anyhow.
We turn in here."
They rolled up a long driveway, very dark and overgrown with trees, and drew up at the back door of a good-sized two-story house.
There was a light in the kitchen window.
"Whoa, Dan'l!" commanded the Captain. Then he began to shout, "Ship ahoy!" at the top of his lungs.
The kitchen door opened and a man came out, carrying a lamp, its light shining full upon his face. It was an old face, a stern face, with white eyebrows and a thin-lipped mouth. Just such a face as looked on with approval when the executioner held up the head of Charles I., at Whitehall. There was, however, a tremble about the chin that told of infirm health.
"Hello, John!" said Captain Eri heartily. "John, let me make you acquainted with Mr. Hazeltine, the new man at the cable station.
Mr. Hazeltine, this is my friend, Cap'n John Baxter."The two shook hands, and then Captain Eri said:
"John, I brought down them barrels for you. Hawkins got 'em here, same as he always does, by the skin of his teeth. Stand by now, 'cause I've got to deliver Mr. Hazeltine at the station, and it's gittin' late."John Baxter said nothing, beyond thanking his friend for the good turn, but he "stood by," as directed, and the barrels were quickly unloaded. As they were about to drive out of the yard, Captain Eri turned in his seat and said:
"John, guess I'll be up some time to-morrow. I want to talk with you about that billiard-room business."The lamp in Baxter's hand shook.
"God A'mighty's got his eye on that place, Eri Hedge," he shouted, "and on them that's runnin' it!""That's all right," said the Captain. "Then the job's in good hands, and we ain't got to worry. Good-night."But, in spite of this assurance, Hazeltine noticed that his driver was silent and preoccupied until they reached the end of the road by the shore, when he brought the willing Daniel to a stand still and announced that it was time to "change cars."It is a fifteen-minute row from the mainland to the outer beach, and Captain Eri made it on schedule time. Hazeltine protested that he was used to a boat, and could go alone and return the dory in the morning, but the Captain wouldn't hear of it. The dory slid up on the sand and the passenger climbed out. The sound of the surf on the ocean side of the beach was no longer a steady roar, it was broken into splashing plunges and hisses with, running through it, a series of blows like those of a muffled hammer. The wind was wet and smelt salty.
"There's the station," said the Captain, pointing to a row of lighted windows a quarter of a mile away. "It IS straight ahead this time, and the walkin's better'n it has been for the last few minutes. Good-night!"The electrician put his hand in his pocket, hesitated, and then withdrew it, empty.
"I'm very much obliged to you for all this," he said. "I'm glad to have made your acquaintance, and I hope we shall see each other often.""Same here!" said the Captain heartily. "We're likely to git together once in a while, seein' as we're next-door neighbors, right across the road, as you might say. That's my berth over yonder, where you see them lights. It's jest 'round the corner from the road we drove down last. Good-night! Good luck to you!"And he settled himself for the row home.
