Too green to burn, or, The luck of being a boy

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l A-BOMPrErt SJGRY ..... -;" .... -"If I could lift that rock," snorted Tom, "I'd shove it down your lying throat!" "A liar, am I?" roared Goggins. "I'll teach ye, ye upstart!" Tom' s step-brothers grinned with glee over the royal thumping that was coming to Tom!


EAWAKEWEEKLY A CO}f'PLETE ST01lY EVERY WEEKi. Iuv. ed Weekl11-B11 Sub1cription. f 2.50 per 11ea.r. En.tered accordin. g to A.ct of Congre11, fn the 11ear 1908, in the ofllo e of the IAbra.rWA of Oon.greu, W aahmgton, D. 0., b11 Frank T ovae11, P u bluh er, 24 n Square, New Y ork; No. 22. NEW YORK, SEPTEMBER 14, 1906. PRICE 5 CEN TS. roo G REEN TO BURN OR, THE LUCK OF BEINO A BOY I By ROBROY CH.A-PTER I. It was tough to be almost the only b o y in those parts who would not see the circus that had come to town o n GREENER TRAN ANY GRASS. this end-of-the--summer day. But, on the whole, Tom was used to being left o ut o f "There's another harne s s in the barn," said Sim Gogevery thing good. gins gruffl y Tom was Sim Goggins' stepson. "I know i t,'' To. m admitted, dully. Tom's mother had been Sim's third wife, Mrs. Norto n "Bring it out then." having married the man when Tom was eight year o ld. Li s tlessly, Tom Norton turned and plodded toward the Mrs. Norton-Go g gins had died, two years later, of over-great open doo r o f the b a rn. work and a broken heart. "Get a move on!" roared Goggins. Hardly three months after the death of Tom's mothe r Ba c k over hi s shoulder Tom s ent a flash of resentment, had wedded the present Mrs. Goggins; a hard-work but he quickened hi s pace ju s t the same. ing faded woman she was now, slowly breaking down Sim Goggins, s eated in the wagon, with Mrs. Goggins under the strain that had killed Tom's moth er in less and Bess beside him and with his two sons Lug and time. Bunch Goggins on the r ear s eat snorted a s Tom threw "Oh, liow Tom hated Sim Goggins down the harn ess on the wooden platform at tlie ;iiack But what could the boy do? "See th a t ye get all them things cleaned up and cleaned Sim was his stepfather, and lie was in tlie liar d tas k good. If ye don't ye'll be sorry," was Mr Goggins' partmas ter's custody. in g assurance s "Ge t up Cherry!" Ever since the age or eight Tom liad been the dr u dge "We 'll eat some peanuts for ye!" called out Lug of the Gog gin s place. An' t e ll ye a ll about the ellerfants!'' promised Buncli, Fortunately, the boy liad liad his nappy moments a t derisivel y school. The s ta.te's school law saw to that. Tom scowling made a great pretense at working liard But now Tom was through with school, the state law until the wagon was out of sight down the dusty country l not protecting his chance for an educatio.n any further. road. "Nearly five years of this yet before I'm my own mas" Oh', you-Sim Goggins!" cried the boy, a world of ter!" groaned the boy, sullenly, as he looked out over the re s entm ent in hi s tone as he threw down t h e harness tliat brlght fields-fields that were bright despite the fact t h at had been in hi s lap. "Oh, yes, your kids can go to the Sim Goggins owned them. circus, but I who work four times as liaxd as Lug ever "I'd skip, but what goocr woul d that do?" Tom asked Cloes, I can stay at home and keep my eye on the place!" himself. "Sim has a lieap of money put away, and he has


TOO GREEN TO BURN. warned me that it won't do any good for me to run away. "Yes," Tom admitted, pleasantly enough, for he had That's what they had my photograph taken for-so he no grouch against this stranger. could have a picture made and printed on a hand bill that "Too bad you couldn't go, too but I suppose you'll get he'd send everywhere, offering a reward for the return of I to the show to-night I'm going to-night myself." a runaway minor. Hasn't he told me often enough that "No such luck as that for me," r e plied Tom Norton, he would do that very thing? And-oh, hang it!-the i:haking his head. laws of the state back up that monster in his ways!" "Say, is that so?" demanded the stranger, with a look Picking' up a good-sized stone, Tom stood erect, took of intere s t. "Folks here don't use you very well? That's good aim, and hurled the stone with spiteful vengeance a bea stly shame. I know I was al\l"ays mighty an x iou s to straight at a tree nea r by. get to the circus when I was a kid. I still enjoy going "I wish that was Sim's head!" flared the boy. "Oh, Tell you. what, boy-what's your name?" when I'm grown up! Whee!" "Tom Norton,'' our hero answered, quietly. Sim Goggins might have be .en decidedly uneasy had he "Tom, you watch your chance to s lip away and be at the known the hatred and the depth of p u rpose of vengeance tent door a t jus t eight o'clock to -night, and I'll have a that smouldered in the boy's heart! ticket ready for you, and you can go in with me." "He wrecked my mother's life,! He really killed her"Oh, I'm awfully obliged," cried Tom, gratefully. "But the brute!" cried Tom, his face going white at the thought. it wouldn't work. Sim Goggins will be here and he "Oh, just wait until I'm bi enough and smar t enough! keeps me working later'n eight o'clock e very evening Won't I get even with that scoundrel, though!" H e'd stay right here to See that I keep at the job, too But Tom realized, with a sigh, that h e could not hope to do anything .against his tormentor until he was of age. "For anything I do now would only give Sim Goggins a chance to send me to the reform school!" quivered the boy "He's told me, often enough, that he'd do that very thing if he ever had any troubl e with me . And he'd do it! He's mean enough -the mon ster!" So, with a sigh, Tom picked up the harness again and went industriously to work. There were six of these harnesses to be cleaned, and three wagons! W or k enough, surely, for one boy to do, on a sufi.ny afternoon when nearly everybody e lse for mile.s around was either going to the circ us, or waiting to go in the evening "If Sim would only use me like a human being! grum bled the boy. "But, no! That wouldn't save him any in the end, either! No mat.ter if Sim tried to be good to me I could never forget what h e did to my mother. That'll always stick until I've made Sim Goggins the sor riest man alive. I wonder how often I've sworn to make him suffer as he made my mother suffer!" Three of the harnesses. were cleaned and hung up on their pegs in the barn. Tom had just la id a pa.rt of the fourth harness acros s hi s lap when he heard the sound of wheels down at the gate. It was a bright-lookin g wagon, drawn by a good horse came up the drive-way. And it was a sm.a.rt, capable looking young man who drove the horse. Had Tom been less green, though, and more experi enced in the way s of the world, and in judging people, he would have seen something shifty and unsatis factory in t h e look in the young man's face. "Good afternoon!" hailed the newcomer, a.s lie drew up before the back door "Everybody gone but you, eh?" But I'm awfully obliged.?' "Well I'm mighty sorry," said the shanger, and his tone did sound sorry. "But, see here, Tom, here's the quarter that it'd cost you to get in. If you can't. get to the show, get somet hing e l se with the quarter." "Say, I don't want this," replied Tom, flu s hing, as he handed the quarter that the stranger, now mi.t of the wagon, had presse d into hi s "Yes, you do,'' smiled the stra n ger "I never saw a hard worked, bu sted bo y' yet that didn't want a quarter. Now, don't make a ny bones about it, Tom. Just take it, and r emember that a quarter mean s n'Othing to me. I won't be your friend if you don't keep that quarter." With r e newed thanks, our hero dropped the coin into hi s trousers pocket "And now,'' went on the stran ge r, "I'll attend to my own business I'm the sewingmachine man " A r e you?" Tom inquired. "I'm sorry, but you can't sell one h ere :M:r.s. Goggins got one la s t week." Sim had opened hi g h eart to the extent of buying his s lavi s h wife a brand-new cost ly sewin g -machine. But that wa s only because the old one was utterly worn out, and Sim figured that the work hls wife could do on a good machine would soon pay for the expense "I know all about the new machine," sm il ed the stra n ge r. "That's what I'm here a bout. I met Goggins in town, and talked him and hi s wife into having some new attachment s to the machine. Sim said you'd t e ll me where it was. I'm to t ake it and have it back in the morning with: Hie new attachments. Wh ere i s the ma c hine?" "In tlie sittingroom. I'll s how you," replied Tom, ris ing and l ead ing the way in s ide. "I'll tr.v t he machine a bit before I p11t it in the wagon," sa id the stranger sitting down at t.he machine. "I won't need you, Tom if you've got anything to do." "I am a bit busy," the boy admitted. "But wlien you come to lifting, call me in and I'll help


TOO GREEN TO BURN. Back to the dirty harness went Tom. After a little while the stranger came with the bag which our hero supposed contained his tools. "Now you can help me,'' hinted the stranger, after placHe felt like thumping the other boy, who was about his own age and size. But Sim Goggins would take a prompt hand in the row, so what was the use? ing his bag in the wagon. The other members of the Goggins family had just got" All right,'' Tom answered, cheerfully enough. ten out of the wagon. He and the stranger between them easily got the "Give him a cut the legs!" called Bunch, who, nine ing-machine into the wagon. years old, was nearer a hundred in mean wickedness. "Now, good-by, Tom. I'll see you to-morrow. .And Lug had half a mind to use the whip again:, despite the say-slip offsome time this evening, if you can get the flash in Tom's eyes, but Sim was calling: chance. Even half of the show is better than no circus "Come here, ye lazy, good-fer-nothing!'' at all." Tom went, on the run, to avoid any dangeT of friction "I gueas so," '_I'om nodded. with Lug. "You never saw a circus?" "Never." ''What a beastly shame!" scowled the stranger. "Then try all the harder to see a part of the show to-night." "I'll try," Tom responded. But there was not much of hope in his voice. "Good-by!" "Good-by, and thank you." After the strang e r had gone, Tom slipped his hand down into his pocket over the twenty-five cent piece. It did seem good to feel it there! With an almost guilty look on his face Tom took it out and looked at it long and wonderingly. It was the first time in his life that he had ever had any money of his own, "If Sim Goggins saw this!" quivered the boy. "But he won't!" For some time the boy stood staring at the coin, and thinking of all that money meant in the world. Not, though, that he had ever had much chance to know any thing about that from experience! Then, with a guilty start, he turned back to the work. But he toiled with a lighter heart, now that he was a capitalist in a way. He didn't cherish any hope of being able to get to the circus, but he was able to frame a dozen delicious plans for spending that precious quarter! "What d'ye mean by going to sleep in the day-time like that?" demanded Sim, glaring at the youngster. HWell, my work was done,'' argued the boy. "I had a heap of it to do, too, and I helped the sewing-machine age:t besides." "Sewing-machine agent?" repeated Sim. agent?" "What "ViThy, the one you sent here to get the machine." "That I sent here for the_:_ What on earth are ye talking about?" "Didn't you send a man here to get the machine and take it away?" "No, I didn't!" roared Sim. "Oh-good Lord!" gasped Tom, his face white with terror. He saw the air thick with trouble now. "Do ye mean to say that ye've let anybody cart off sewing-machine?" demanded Sim, ferociously. Hi s wife, with a gasp and a 'sob, had darted into the house. "Oh, it's gone!" she wailed, from inside. With an oath Sim darted into the house, Tom Norton out there on the back platform wishing that the end of the world would come to an end in a hurry. "Gone!" bellowed Sim, from inside . "I wonder what else?" So well did he work that harnesses and wagons were Tom shook as if he had a volcano inside of him . cleaned spick-and-span and back in the barn, before it For the first time he realized how green he had been was time for the folks to return. in allowing a stranger to walk away with that machine, Now Tom seated himself under an apple-tree in the that had cost the whole of seventy dollars. yard, closed his eyes, and-well, the boy was worn out with "Fool! Idiot!" jeered Bunch. a whole summer of work. He dropped off asleep. "Greeny! Crazy!" sneered Lug, right at his elbow. Swish! It was a stinging blow across the soles of his "Oh, shut up!" cried Tom, dully. bare feet that brought him back to life. "Sass me, will ye?" cried Lug, doubling his fists. As Tom opened his eyes, with a muffled yell, he saw L ug Bifft He struck Tom a stinging blow in the chest. Goggins standing there, swinging the whip for another But Tom hadn't a ghost of fight in him at that instant, flip. for now he heard Sim's bull-like voice announcing: "Sleepy-head!" jeered Lug. "That feller swiped the sixty dollars I had hid in the Swish! There wasn't time to dodge that lash. Tom family Bible!" I got another cut across his feet before he had time to leap 1 Tom's head was whirling. up. I "Oh, ye fool!" snarled Lug. "You are poison mean, ain't you, Lug?" demanded our j Trip! He shot a foot between our hero;s legs, sending hero. Tom down to the earth.


' TOO GREEN TO BURN. Tom was up again, his eyes blazing despite the pallor something husky in his throat, as he turned to look at the of his face. little tot. "Don't be afraid. Your father'll never hurt me He would have made a rush at Lug, but Sim had him again!" in that hea';Y right hand. For a brief time Sim Goggins was so mad that he did"You little fool!" hissed Sim, quiveringly, "is that all n't dare trust himself to speak. ye're good fer? To let any stranger thet wants go clean Then again, violent as he sometimes was, Sim had a through the house." deep, crafty side to his nature. "Oh, the solid silver spoons that my poor first husband He felt that now a thrashing would be worse than gave me are gone, too!" shrieked Mrs. Goggins, from inthrown away on our hero. side, and Tom knew that another fearfully black mark It would be far better to make the boy realize his help-was scratched up against him. lessness. Poor woman! She had tried to be as good to our hero "Tom, ye lazy loafer," began the man, "what ye need to as she had da.i:ed to be, but those spoons, a souvenir of happut some sense into ye is good, hard work. Ye'll have to pier days, had been her one treasure for six years! do a man's work before ye can make believe ye are a man. "It's easy seen what ye're good for!" growled Sim GogCome along!" gins, tightening his grip on Tom's shoulder until it hurt. Sim, his brow as black as the sky when a thunderstorm "Ye've had life too easy! Thet's what ails ye! Ye're like is coming, led the way to the front yard. yer mother-a lazy, shiftless, sneaking, no-good--" Tom, after a momentary pau se, followed. Whisk! He was not afraid now, but he had the habit of obeying "Stop that!" cried Tom, as he pulled away. "Sim Gog-ground into him. gins, you can say what you like about me, but if ever Sim stopped before a great stone that lay there on the ag!OO. you say a word against my mother--" ground. "Well, what?" blazed the farmer. It had dropped there from a stone drag two or three days "You'll be sorry to the end of your days-that's what!" before. cried Tom, his trembling gone and his color coming back. The stone weighed at least three hundred and fifty He was no longer a boy. He looked like a man now, as pounds. he stood there at bay, his head up, his eyes blazing, bis "Thet stone's been lyin' here too long,'' declared Sim, nostrils quivering. looking at the boy with beady, s hining, crafty eyes. "Sim Goggins," he went on, in passionate defiance, J "Do you want me to hitch a horse to the sto ne drag and ")!OU ruined my mother's life! You killed her with slavget the crowbar and get the stone on the drag?" asked ing and cruelty. That was when I was too small to stan d Tom, his voice unnaturally quiet. "If you do, I'll have up for her. l3ut I've never forgotten, and I never will! to have help." Sim, you scound rel for everything you've done to my "Have help?" snarled Sim. "N nt a bit o' help will ye mother you'll answer for to me-ten times over! Rememget." ber that!" ,,"But I don't believe I can bar that on to the drag alone." "Who aslCed ye to?" growled Sim. "Then what do you want me to do?" Tom demanded, CHAPTER II. in the same unnaturally quiet voice. "What do I want ye to do?" mocked Sim. "I want ye THE TllME OF HIS LIFE. to pick up that stun in yer arms and carry it out back o' the barn!" "Aw! Whee! Ain't he smart?" sneered Lug. "Don't nonsense," advised the boy, in the same "Soak him, pop!" ai.vised Bunch. "Soak him good!" quiet voice. But Sim Goggin s stood amazed for a few seconds. 1 He had squared his shoulders and thrown his head back He had never dreamed that there could be so much once more. epirit in this tame, green, patient, hard-working youngBoth his fists were clenched at his sides, and lie was 11ter. looking Goggins squarely in the eyes, without a particle But now, as he stood glaring at young Norton, the man 1 of fear in bis own blue eyes. felt a sense of something like fear tugging at him. If Sim bad had sense in his rage he would have gone Mrs. Goggins, who had come to the door just in time to slow. hear our hero's defiance, was too staggered even to think. But, with an oath, be sprang forward, pointing with one Only one cheering voice sounded. hand at the stone, and shaking the other in the boy' s face. Little Bess, not quite five, Sim's child by his last wife, J "Pick up that st un and take it out behind the barn!" and a devoted admirer of Tom's, piped up shrilly: roared Sim. "Don't you hurt my Tom daddy!" I "If I could lift that rock!" sn orted Tom "I'd shove "Thank you, Bess darling,'' murmured the boy, with 1 it down your lying throat!"


,TOO GREEN TO BURN. I "A liar, am I?" roared Goggins. "I'll teach ye, ye I "Let me get up, Tom," he whined, in a voice half-way upstart!" I between ordering and pleading. 'rom's stepbrothers grinned with glee over the royal. "Not until you'll be decent,'' flared our hero. "And thumping that was coming to Tom. J you keep away, Lug, unless you want worse than your dad's "You said things about my mother that were black got," warned Tom, as he saw Goggins' eldest sneaking up lies." to renew the attack. Sim leaped forward. Bunch was no good at all. Shaking and He should have known better. ready to bawl, Bunch had fled to the porch, frotn which Tom Norton was so mad that there was no stopping 1 he looked on in terror. him now. Lug, too; drew back out of harm's way'. Bump! Tom's foot landed squarely on Sim's abdomen. "Let me up, Tom," begged the farmer again. It was a hard kick, too, from the hardest kind of a\ "Not until you say you've had enough." bare foot! "!--" began Sim, but hesitated. Whumpl It was Sim, sitting down with force, his wind "Well?" insisted the boy. too far gone for him even to gasp. ha.d enough." Flop! Tom leaped at his persecutor, and that rush car"Admit that you're a liar!" ried Sim over on his back. "Er-er?-what's that?" Biff! smash! Those two blows, from Tom's toil-hard"Admit that lied in what you said about mv mothened fists, caught the farmer on the nose and on his left er." eye. "Here, you rascal!" screamed Lug, darting fqrward to pull our hero off. But Tom was ready in plenty of tinie. He leaped up, dealing Lug a blow on ths tip of the jaw that sent him down in a heap. Then back on Sim, who hadn't got wind enough yet to stir, fell the boy. Pounding and hammering on that rough, seamy face, the maddened boy was having the time of his life, all in .1 a half-minute. "Ye young scallawagl" "Admit you lied!" "I won't!" Thump! That blow cut Sim's lower lip against his teeth. It loosened a of teeth, too. More than that, Tom's eyes, as they blazed down into the farmer's, were so full of hate that the big fellow winced. "I-I lied,'' he admitted. "And you've lied {)ften ?" "Ye-es." "Tom, Tom! Don't!" screamed Mrs. Goggins, rus hing forward. "You admit, Sim Goggins, that you lie more often than "It's too late to stop me now," grated the boy. "I've you.tell truth?" . got to have this out-and I'm going to!" Sim he s itated, but he saw one of those dreaded fists Biff! smash! pound! And Sim hadn't yet gotten his poised over hi s head. wind in shape for fighting back. "I'm a terrible big liar," he whined. "Get up, Tom. Let him go!" gasped white-faced Mrs. "Good for you! Now, don't dare get up for a minute. Sim. Because, if you do, I'll come back and give yo.u a heap "I won't-not till I'm through!" cried the boy, savworse than you've had so far!" agely. With that T"om Norton was up and off like a flash. "He'll send ye to the reform school!" He darted straight toward Lug. "He can send me where he likes when I'm through That youth, seeing our hero coming, turned paler than with him,'' vented the boy. I before and turned tail too. He landed another vicious blow on one of Sim's eyes. "Don't ye dare touch me, or ye'll be sorry!" screamed "Stop!" whimpered the bully. Lug, desp erately, as he sprinted for all he was worth. "Have you got enough?" queried Tom, resting, but' still The terrified fugitiVe ran straight down the yard. astride the other's chest. "Pop! Pop! C'ome and get him!" screamed J,ug, "I'll snow ye!" gasped Sim. hoarsely. ''Then I'll show you, foo. Two can play at tliat!" But Tom cauglit his enemy, just under an apple-tree. Tom's hard fist came down tliree times more on that Switch! Tom slammed the blubbering youth up against hated and now battered face. the trunk of the tree. crstop, I tell ye," cried Sim, now almost pleading-ly. "pon't you try to get up and throw me off," warned young Norton. "If you do I'll push in the whole front of your race!'' And Sim, utterly terrified, now, by this young lion lay still. Then, indeed, Lug yelled lustily, shrieking for mercy, too, while Tom landed four heavy blows on his coward's face. "Don't you ever dare open your mouth to me again, Lug!" was Tom's parting word ; as he turned away f!'om his howling victim.


TOO GRE E N TO BURN. As for !4ug, he sank dow n on the gro\llld, b awli!:ig a s if hi s h eart were brok en. Back up the yard da13h ed Tom. Bun.c h saw th e v i ct or corning, and s et up a. howl o f ter ror. "Yo u needn't r un, B un ch!" flar e d T om. ''You deserve a mighty g o o d licki11g, bu t you r e tpo s mall for me." Sim G o gg i ns was s i t ting on t h e ground. He was too da zed yet to get u p B e sides, he warn t b y any mean s s ure th&t it was safe to g et up Th a t i s always t h e w&y wit h bullie s When they're thumped a-pl e nty the las t bit of courage ha s oozed out of .them. "Don't c ry, Bess, darlin g !" whi s p e r e d the boy, gently, I s topping to pi c k th e lit t l e tot up in hi s arms, Brother'll come back and b e good to you one of these H e kissed h e r t wice, then pu t her qtiic kl y down. "Thank you, m a'am, for b eing good t o me w h e n you could," called Tom, with a swift g lance at Mrs. Goggins, who now sat on th e por c h s t e p h e r apron up to h e r face, swaying back a nd forth a s s h e c ri ed s oftl y Tom darted pas t th back o f the house. A thou ght made him s top at the wood-sh e d door. There, in the c orner s t ood th e rifle, loaded. Tom snatch e d it up, the n put it down a g ain quickly "What would I w a n t that thin g for?" h e a s k e d him s elf impatiently "I wouldn't s hoot an ybody !" Putting th e g un in its place, he ran out b e hind the other out buildings. He kept on until he came to t h e woods Here, aft e r going in a little way, he 'turned sharply to his left. The woods in thi s direction l ed up over a hill. Betwe e n the woods and the road there were a few acres of open pas ture. Stu i nbling fagged-out from the n e rvou s $ train the poor young s t e r s ank down ju s t inside the woods. "I'm an outlaw now, all ri g ht, I r e ckon!" he clicked. "But I couldn t help it. ;rt might have b e en all right if he hadn t stirred up that old hate I've always felt for him on mother's account." But TGm, as his pa ss ion cooled off, became very sober indeed. He did not regret what he had done. He could not see how he could have done differentJy. "But, if I can't mana ge to g et away, somehow, I'll be up against it, sure, now!" he told himself. For a while he simply couldn't move. He was too usedup-too passion-spent. So he lay there on the cool grass, panting like a dog that hp.s had to run for its life. But, by Q.egrees, he became cooler. It was growing clos e to dark, too, as he discovered, presently. "I can creep out into the pasture on my s tomach," he r e flected, "and from there I can look down at the hou se. Maybe I can see what they' r e doing. He crept out slowly wretchedly with a sense that there was littl e need of hurry But at last he gained a olump of swee t fern behind which he could hide hi s h ead, and from h e re he could see the Goggins hou s e and gi ound s laid out bef ore in the hollow. "There1s Ma'am Gogg ins, crying still, just as I left h e r, murmured the boy. "Po or s oul! Wha t a pity Sim can t die and leave her free and with e nough money to b e happy on. I'll bet h e's left all hi s mon e y to those two s neaking boys! Next h e saw Bunch idling li s tless ly around the yard Lug, s itting on the g rass, was the rifl e "He s afr aid I ll com e ba c k in th e ni g h t and murd e r him," c li c k e d Tom. "How l i ttle those of p eopl e m y kind!" The n a n othe r thou ght struc k him "Say1 the y h a v e n t had s upp e r y et," the boy mutte red Then that mean s that Sim ha s gone off some where--on mischief of c ourse! And the opinion was confirm e d a minut e late r when T o m Norton saw th e Goggi n ; w a gon, m o vin g s wiftly roll int o the s c e n e "The re' s Sim!" quiver ed the fu g itive. "And that's Constl}ble Brewe:r on the seat with him!" Tom felt his heart go s uddenly s till. H e f elt "queer" all over. It's one thing to dread a bad fate-another thing to b e s ure of it! "Calling in the constable quavered Norton "mea ns that I'm booked for the reform school!" CHAPTER III. LUG GETS SQUARE. "Ma y be they 'll c atch me, but I don't believe it will be to-ni ght, mutte r ed Tom He watched until h e saw Con s table Brewster and Sim get out of th e wagon, aft e r whic h Lug l e d the animal t o the barn. The two men went in s id e of the hou s e "Oh, Lord, I wis h I could see Ed!" muttered the fugi tive. "I wonder if I couldn't get around to hi s house after dark. Or will they hav e someone watching, on the suspicion that I'll g o to Ed' s hous e ?" Ed Murray was the sole fell ow on e arth that Tom really cared a heap for. They had been chums at school since their first day of learning their A B C's. They had grown up together, the thicke3t kind o! chums.


TOO GREEN TO BURN. I Ed had always had to contribute everyt hing to the part ner s hip, but that made no kind of difference. Ed was the only child of Murray, the blacksmith, who was a fairly prosperous man. Always Ed had been content to supply everything in the way of boy's belongings, for he liked Tom Norton better than any fellow that he had ever known. The boys had formed strong plans of being partners together when they grew up. Through the summer months Ed's only chance to .see our hero had lain in coming to the Goggins place and working alongside our hero in order to be with him. Sim had natu:rally enough encouraged a chum-ship that meant the occasional services of another and unpaid laborer. But Ed, though deepising Sim as heartily as our did had not minded being made use of if it ga:ve him a chance to be with Tom. "I've got to l e ave Ed behind i:f I get away. from here, too," thought young Norton, with a sudden wistful smile Dark was coming down fa s t now. After the warm day, it looked as if it would be a cloudy night. even doubted if he would have a chance to say good-by to Ed Murray. From whistling the passer-by had dropped into sing ing. Toni started, sitting up. "Why--" he gasped, then sprang up and ran across the pasture as fast as he could go. "Ed!" he called, pantingly. "Ed!" The figure of a youth a little way up the road stopped. Then: "Sh!" came the reply. Ed Murray came softly back, but moving very quickly, and holding out his hand. "Tom, old fellow!" "Ed!" "Oh, it's too infernally bad!" grumbled Ed. "Say, Tom, have you got to go [ Clear out, I mean?" "I'm afraid so," admitted young Norton, with a rueful smile. "But come in away from the road, Ed. We might be seen here. That wouldn't do for me." "I know," nodded Ed, shifting the shotgun that he car ried over to his other shoulder. Somehow, as they stole across the pasture, Tom seemed to see that shotgun for the first time. Tom could no longer dis tinguish things clearly a.t the Goggins house so he rolled ovei; on hi s back, looking up at the stars a s he thought and wondered "Here, we can get in here," s ugge sted Tom, halting at "Crackey! There's one thing I forgot," he thought, the first clump of bushes they came to, perhaps eighty with a sudden start. "I'm might y hun g ry, and it's going I yards from the . to be worse. Why didn't I think of that? I could have I They crawled m behmd the curtam of leaves. taken something from the pantry ju s t before I jumped ( "Just come from town?" questioned Tom. away. "Yep." "I can go down there, anyway I guess late at night, what Y?U doing with-that?" queried Tom, when they're a.11 asleep," he reflected, resting his hand s pornbng to the shotgun. across that empty stomach "The pantry window's so I "Why-er-er-I didn't know," stammere d Ed, "but I can pry the hook. And there's nobody s l eeps close what you might need it." enough to the pantry to hear me. But, I've got Tom almost laughed, l,iitter as he felt. hours to wait! Thinking of how good I thumped Sim and "Why, Ed," he demanded, "what could I possibly need Lug ain't going to stop the gnawing any." a gun for?" Then, as Tom was a conscientious boy, another thouglft "I didn't know," muttered Ed. "Seeing that you're to stung him. be hunted for--" "Have I any right to break into that pantry? Would it "Did you think I'd kill a constable who tried to arrest be stealing? Burglary?" me?" wondered Tom. But the questionworked out to his satisfaction "I-I suppose it was kinder foolish to bring the gun," "I've worked as hard as anybody for everything that's Ed: assented. "But' I brought it, anyway. ,Say, how about in that pantry. I've done a man's work for nothing. I eating?" guess I'll feel entitled to grub enough to hold me over two "Don't speak of it," groaned Tom. or three meals." "Why not?" questioned Ed, bringing out a paper parcel So he lay there, just waiting, waiting, until the stars from under his jacket. told him that it was late enough to go on a forage aftei: "Ed! Ed Murray! Is that something to eat?" food. "Nothing but ham sandwiches,'' grinned the other boy, Would that time never come? as he snapped the string off the paper and handed the Out on the hill road that ran by the pasture someone parcel over. "Are they any good to you, Tom?" was coming along. Good? Tom Norton couldn't have told how good! Four Whoever it was, he was not sneaking, for that t'raveler great, thick sandw i ches-and out of the pantry of such a was whistling one of the that he and cook as Ed's mother. Ed used to whistle together. "Don't mind if I fall right to work," begged Used to? It all seemed like the past, now, for Tom "Go ahead."


8 TOO GREEN TO BURN. "How did you hear about-this?" queried Tom, he h ad finished the fi:r:st sandwich "Why, everybody in town knows now, I reckon," Ed replied. "News travels fast in Rock Center, you know. Even the circus to-night hasn't kept folks from talking about what you've done." "What do they say done?" asked Tom, in the mid dle of the second sandwich. How good it tasted! "Why, they say almost everything, except arson and murder "Arson? What's that?" Tom demanded, stopping his eating for a moment "Why, setting fire to folks' houses." "Yes, I suppose so," nodded Norton, wretchedly. "But Ed, I ca.n't 1take this money." "Why not, I'd like to know?" flared up the other. "Haven't you got to get somewhere? And if you walk you'll fall into the constable's hands. But if you can only get safe on a train a dollar'll carry you out of the state altogether. You're going away, ain't you? Out of the state, I mean?" "I don't know, Ed. haven't been able to think yet." "But if you stay in the state they'll catch you. And but of the sta te they can't." "Is that so?" Tom demanded, eagerly, as he opened his eyes. "I may do that, later," decla red Tom. "Oh, saydon't!" gasped Ed, sitting up "Say, you really are green, ain't you, Tom?" demanded straight and Ed, with friendly frankne8s. looking earnestly at his chum. "I mean,'' smiled Tom, "folks may say I did some thing like that. They seem willing to believe anything." "But_ you know they've only Sim Goggins' word for what happened "Folks who'll believe Sim Goggins will believe any thing," retorted Tom, with unsla.cked relish as he began the third sandwich. "Well, Sim Goggins down to town and out a warrant--" "A warrant, did he?" cried Tom, in s udden dismay. "I believe so. An)"way, he got Brewster, the constable, to drive off with him." "I know. I saw them at the house from this pasture." "But what did happen, Tom?" "Can you wait until I get through with these sand wiches?" "Of course I can. I can wait all night. That was what I had in mind when I came off up this way, whistling and singing. I thought you might be lying low, some where around here, and would hear ,me." "I'm mighty glad you came, Ed,'' gulped T 'om, into the fourth sandwich now. "I was wondering if I'd get any chance to see you before I skipped." "Yes, I s'pose you've got to ski p," ,sighed Ed, dismally. Tom finished up his last sandwich in great shape. "Had enough?" asked Ed: Loads 1 "Then this package will la s t you for breakfast," added Ed, passing over another paper parcel. Tom stowed it beside him with gratitude. "And here's this,'' added Ed, holding out a di s k i that was whitish and shiny. "What's this?" "'l'he dollar that dad gave me, so I could ask you to the circus to-night." "Oh, Ed, are you mis s ing that?" Tom's voice rang with disappointment. "What's the odds?" demanded Ed, warmly. "Wouldn't I rather be with you, Tom, than at any blamed old circus? And what fun would I have at the circus while I :was won dering all the while if Brewster had caught you?" "I suppose so. Must be too green to burn, even," our hero admitted, with a sigh. ''If I hadn't been I don't sup pose things would have happened as they did this after noon." "But what on earth did happen, Tom? Why don't you tell a fellow ?" Tom, t.hereupon, gave a detailed account of the happen ings at the Goggins farm. Ed li stened with a dark face until the narrator came to the point where Sim and Lug got their dues. Then Ed's eyes glowed and gleamed with appreciative joy. "Oh, I wish I'd see n that!" he cried. "But I heard that Sim had a rough-looking face. Some folks say that you took an iron bar to him." "That must be the way Sim accounts for being licked by a boy, I reckon,'" advanced Tom, with a bitter smile. "Well, no one can blame you a bit when they know the truth,'' Ed declared, warmly. "And they will know, by to-morrow-everybody in the town. You can trust me for that. But now about your plans, Tom? Where'll you go, and what'll you do?" "Be picked up for a boy tramp, wherever I go, I guess," sighed Norton, as he glanced down at his clothing, which was so ragged that it seemed ready to drop off in small pieces. "Hain't you got any better clothes down at the house?" Ed demanded. "What good would it do if I had?" "I was wondering if I couldn't sneak in, someh9w, and ge t a better suit, a.nd some other things, if you had 'em." "No, I haven't, and never did have," Tom muttered. "I always have had to use Lug's things, when he couldn't use 'em any longer. And Lug never did take care of his things any too well." "You've got to have clothes b e fore you can go any where and look for a job,'' decided Ed, quickly. "And you've got to have a little cash in your pocket, too. Oh, well, we'll fix that by to-morrow. Keep cool, old fellow, and I'll show you what a few friends can do.'). To himself loyal Ed added: "It was only last week Henry Miller offered me twenty


TOO GREEN TO BURN. 9 dollars for this gun. It's a dandy gun, but-but-Tom's friends have just got to stand by him!" "Put the iron on this young criminal, Brewster," ad vised Sim Goggins. "Where you going to stay to-night, Tom?" Ed asked, after a pause. "Outdoors, somewhere," replied Norton. "I don't just know where-yet.n "I do!" ripped in a squeaky, overjoyed voice, as a boy scrambled up from the bushes and darted away toward the road. "Oh, pop! Brewster! Here, quick! Here's the outlaw! ;, "Lug Goggins, prowling here?" gasped Ed Murray, springing up and looking in dismay toward the spot where the boy danced up and down. Tom, too, had leaped to his feet, his jaw dropping. "I:{ustle in there, constable!" bellowed Sim Goggins' "Now, what would I do that for?" demanded the constable. "Tom isn't going to put up any fight, are you, Tom?" "Of course not," replied our hero, quietly. "That's right. I knew you'd be a sensible lad." "You'll be sorry later, B;rewster, if you don't put the irons on him," warned Goggins. "Hold on! hold on!" objected the constable, gruffly. "I am making this arrest; you ain't, Sim." " your own way, then," growled Sim. "I intend to. See here, Ed Murray, what are you domg out here, a.nd witli a gun, too?" "Been hunting," Ed re plied, slowly. "You'll find, Brewster," quavered the farmer, "that voice, from the road. "Thomas Norton, Brewster, sharp ly as he th ?" all d C t bl you'll have trouble on your hands. young Mui-you ere. c e ons a. e b ht th t t h f ,, d th 11 d h d ray roug a. gun ou ere or a reason. JUmpe e wa an urne "Yah, ya.h! Grub. Look at it!" broke in Lug, espying across the pasture. and snatching up the package of sandwiches that had been intended for our hero's breakfast. "Yes," replied Tom, dazedly. "Stand there, then! Don't try to get away!" "Oh, come along," said B:rewster, wearily. "Keep at Poor Tom Norton, though he saw the reform school .d T ,, looming up before him, had no of trying to get 'my si e, om. "A.11 right." awa.y. Toni went, passively enough. He was no outlaw at heart, and had no thought o:f recrossed the wall and headed toward Rock Center. sisting the law's officer. Ed walked at the other side of his chum, still carrying "Here he is-and got him dead easy!" screamed Lug, the gun. g leefully turning and leading the way bravely, now that Sim and brought up the rear. he had an officer behind him. Ed was si lent for a long time, as was everyone else. CHAPTER IV. Then Sim called out something to Brewster, who shout ed back the answer over his shoulder. It was Ed's watched-for chance fo whisper in Norton's ear: "Tom, when you hear my gun go off, don't get rattled, .A. TOUGH NUT TO CR.A.OK. and don't pay any attention-no matter what you think . \ has happened. Just scoot-and meet me, later, at the Lug danced around caperrng;ly while Brewster reached old haunted house of the hermit. Understand?" out and rested the law's heavy hand on Tom's shoulder. \ Brewster had stopped speakina so Tom could only nod "Sorry this had to happen, lad," said the constable, not carelessly. "'' unkindly. j But Ed lagged a good deal now, and, unconsciously, "So am I," said Tom, dully. Brewster and the prisoner slowed their pace, too. "He hit me-soaked me!" screamed Lug. "Now I'll This brought the Gogginses, father and son, closer to pay him back!" them. With the cudgel tha.t he carried Lug aimed a blow at the Then, carelessly, as if he had nothing in particular in young prisoner. mind, Ed lagged until he fell behind them all on the But Brewster, ere the blow could land, caught Lug in country road. the face with a back-handed blow that sent that youngster Bang! spinning. "Oh! 0-o-o-oh!" "Quit that, you little beast!" growled the constable. A.s a)l the startled ones turned, they beheld Ed Murray "You strike my prisoner, and I'll take you, too." lying flat on his back on the ground, writhing, while smoke "Stop your :foolishness, Lawrence," commanded Sim still pouted idly from one muzzle of his shotgun. Goggins, raising his startled, indignant son. I "Say, he shot himself!" quiveiaed Lug, always crazy for "I gotter right to hit him!" contended Lug, stormily. excitement. "He hit me!" I He ran back "You try it," advised Brewster, gruffly, "and see w0hat'll I "Hurry up!" he yelled. "Hurry, and see what haphappen to you!" pened. Maybe Ed Murray's going to die."


10 TOO GREEN TO BURN: "Ohl 0-o o oh!" moaned Ed. "What happened?" demanded Sim Goggins, darting up. "Shot myself-accident!" moaned Ed, in a we11.k voice. "He's going to die!" declared Lug, jumping up and down in his excitement. "Oh, ain't this great?" "Shut your noise, you little beast!" growled the con stable "'Let me see, Ed, where you're hit." "Oh, oh, oh!" murmured Ed, weakly. "Why, you don't seem to be hit anywhere," announced the constab le, bending close in his inspection. "He shot him s elf in the back, then!" guessed Lug. "Tur n him over!" I don't believe you're hit at all, Ed/' declared the con stable, thrusting one hand under the writhing boy's b ack. "Here, let's see if you can sit up. No, sir! There ain't a d rop of blood anywhere "It's my head!" gasped Ed. "Nonsense! There ain't a scratch on your head." : "It went off right over my shoulder," Ed moaned-, throw i n g a l ot of tremble into his voice . "It scared you-that's all. You ain't hit at all,'' laugh ed the constable. "Get up!" "Brewster!" screamed Lug, with sudden energy: "Where is Tom Norton?" With a quick start the constable turned and leaped to his feet Where was Tom Norton?" Not anywherE) in sight, certainly! Tom had had the advanta g e of a full sixty seconds of attention drawn 11.way from him With woods on both sides of the road at this point he had been able to make the most of his time. Ed, on his feet, now, and receiving not a bit of the late attention, was s till moaning slightly, and feeling himself all over. "Catch that rascal, Norton!" raged Sim Goggins. "I will," agreed Brewste:i:, "if you'll show him to me "You let l{im escape!" roared Goggins . "You were as busy looking at young Murray as I was," growled the constable. "It was al l Ed M u rray's trick!" screamed knowing Lug. "Shu t up, Lawrence Maybe we can hear the young scoundre l going through the woods." T hey wai ted, in s il ence,'save for Ed's moans. "Keep quiet, Murray," ordered Brewster. "You're not iit at all." Then they all listened, bnt off in the wood1; on either side all was still, except for the shrill c h irping of the katy dids. "We've gGt to find that boy!" quavered Sim Goggins. "All right," agreed Brewster, dry ly. Where'll we l ook first?" "It was all your fault," raged Goggins. "If you had ironed him--" "Ent T didn't," retorted the constab le. "So ihat won't h elp us now "Brewster wanted T om to get away!" sniffed Lug. "Sim Goggins," uttered the constable, grimly, "if you don't keep that young pup of yours chained up he'll get you jn a mess of trouble through life." "We'll hurry down the road," decided Sim. "Most like ly he just ran straight down the road." "If you think I'm going to try to run as fast as a sixteenyear-old boy can run when he's scared, you've made a mistake," declared Brewster, who was much too stout to have running wind "Come on, I Y e'll see if we can cat ,ch sight of hi:ii.1," cried Sim, who had much better running wind. Ed, had now "discovered" that he really wasn't s hot, walked along beside Brewster. "Murray," said that officer, s hrewdly, ar ain't asking whether you ri gge d up that accident on purpose. You wouldn't tell me straig ht, anyway. But I want to tell yon, if you did put up that job you did it smoothly for a fa.ct!" "If you think I'm trying to s hoot my head off for a joke, you've got a queer idea of fun!" uttered Ed, con temptuously Brew ster said no more. He had his own ideas, that was all, and Lug's conduct that night had made the officer not sorry that he had los t hi s prisoner. Down at the crose-road s they came upon father and son. Sim was silent and ugly. He glared at poor Ed as if he could have killed that youth with pleasure. "I s'pose we may as well g ive it \1p, eh?" suggested Brewster "After getting away like that the boy won't wal k into our hand s to-night. But to-morrow--" "I'll have handbills out by to-morrow offering two hundred dollars rewarc'l for the boy' s arrest," lowered Gogg i ns "Then I guess you officers can find him-and hold on to him too." "Sorry we lost him. Good-night!'' an s wered Brewster, curtly Ed, in order not to make the comtable suRpicions, walk e d R lOWlV all the way into town with the officer. Ed didn't leave Brewster, in fact until they reached the Murray house Rven then Ed stood chatting a few moments with the constable And T om ? He had darted, at the fir s t chance, into the woods at his right. Not mo r e than a hnndr ed and fifty feet into the woorh hail lie tried to go. And t h ere our hero heard all that was said after thr rfol"Ov<'rv of l1ii:i flirrht Yet he did not fear the result of a search in thoRe Clark. fleep woods . For young Norton l 1ad no i se leRsl y climbed a tree ere 11is flight was discovered, and now he rested secure up among the branches, thirty feet from the grotmd. "Sav. but Ed's the kind of friend to have when a fol-


TOO GREEN TO BURN. 11 low's in trouble!" Tom told himself, glowingly. "There In the next instant 'l'om Norton fairly screamed. ain t anything green about him, even if I am too green For there was a moving in the bushes close to him that ,.. myself to b11rn!" made his flesh creep. Then Tom heard the 'party going off down the road. He might have thought it was Ed, but this something But, there being no rush, he waited for some minutes coming at him out of the ushes seemed to fairly fly across before descending to the ground. space. "And now for the hermit's house," he directed himself. And that something bumped into him, and knocked him "Ugh! That's no pleasant place if half the stories told down. have any truth in them!" Ed wouldn't do that! It was indeed, brave of Ed to propose such a place for And now, as Tom found himself lying on his back, this the ir m e eting in the night-time. something that had knocked him down, and which looked The hou s e was on the edge of a small lake that stood very much like a real man-dark, short, and thick-set, in. the heart of lonely woods about half a mile from where and with a close, cropped beard-dove a hand into a rear Tom now stood and debated within himself. pocket. Years ago a hermit had lived there; shunning all his Out came a revolver. fellowmen. "Oh, pshaw!" blurted 'T'om, strangely enough no longer But one day the body of the hermit had been found in afraid. the yard behind that old house. "You don't mind these things, eh?" leered the stranger, People said the hermit had been murdered for the point i n g the weapon at Tom's head. money that he was believed to have kept hidden in the "It's ju s t a plain, human man!'' throbbed 'l'om. "What house. a fool I was, anyway! Of cour s e there ar e no real ghosts!" Be that as it may, no one had tried to live in the lonely W hat have you got to say for yourself?" demanded house during the last five years. man w i t h the gun. Indeed, most people didn't care even to go by the house "What do you want me to s ay?" Tom queried, blankly. in the daytime. "What a re you doing around here?" caine the sharp It was said to be haunted by the spirit of that hermit.

TOO GREEN TO BURN. hind. "Put yom: hands up blamed quick-or you get it!" Mr. Man got his hands up about as quickly as he could, carrying the revolver up with his right hand. Then he wheeled, looking into the steadfast eyes of Ed Murray. Those eyes were located behind the barrels of his shotgun. "See here," wheedled the fe11ow, as he kept his hands up, "we ought not to get along bad together. You two are friends, ain't you?" "I guess yes!" came dryly from Ed. "Well, I know one of you boys, now, and it's all right. The one that's just getting up from the ground is Sim Gog gins' boy. So we ought to get along all right." "Sim Goggins' boy, am I?" flared Tom. "Then you're a blamed liar!" "What?" demanded the fellow who had hands up. "You ain't in with Sim?" "No more than I am with Old Nick himself!" gritted Tom. "If you're trading on my for Sim Gog gins-------" With a sudden plunge the stranger ducked low and ran -rah for all he was worth! ---/ CHAPTER V. THE RIDDLE OF THE WObDJ:i. "Shall I shoot?" quivered Ed. "No!" rang sharp ly in Tom's tone. Rising, Ed shou ld ered his gun. "I ought to have shot," he said simply. "We haven't any right to go around shooting folks." "But he was threatening to shoot y-0u." "His breaking the la.w wouldn't help us out in doing it, Ed . Crack! Whew-ew-ew! whizz-zz! Mr. Stranger had halted down among the trees and had fired plumb at them. Even in the dark it was such a good shot that the bullet passed between the boys' heads. "Gracious!" gasped Ed. Raising his gun, he fired like a flash. But another shot came from tlie revolver. That rascal had the range uncomfortably close. Someone was going to get killed if they stayed there! "Run, Tom!" quavered Ed, and fired the second b;i.rrel of his gun. Two more shots from the revolver pursued them as they went helter-skelter along the nearest path. As they ran Ed opened his gun, slipping in two more shells. Nor did the youngsters stop nnning until they had covered a good quarter of a mile. Then, winded by the sprint they had made, both stopped, blowing hard. 1 "He-ain't us-or-he'd shoot!" Ed declared. "Let's stop and get our wind," whispered Tom. Stop they did, but Ed, with both hammers of his gun up, kept a mighty alert watch. "Say, what do you make of that?" gasped Murray, after a few moments. "Think we had a mighty luGky escape," retorted Tom, grimly. "But what did that fellow get mad about?" "Blessed if I know," uttered Tom, slowly. "But of course there must have been a reason. Now, let's think it out. N? trouble happened until we got close to the her mit's haunted house. Then that fellow showed up, and seemed mighty mad over my being there. He didn't like my few words about officers, either. And this Mr. Man doesn't hesitate to shoot to kill. So what's the guess?" "It's something to do with the haunted house it

TOO GREEN TO BURN. Leaning against a tree, he took out a cigarette and light-I "But, Ed, we've got to get into that house. Sim Gog-. ed it. gins is engaged in some mysterious business. Crooked Tom and Ed looked at each other without s peaking. business, most likely. Ed, I've got to find out what that "He's waiting for someone," was what their eyes said, business is!" and b-Oth boys nodded that they understood the mute mes "Why have you?" asked Ed, looking wonderingly at his sage. chum. "Especially when it seems certain that we'll get The minutes dragged by, but the stranger did not apinto big trouble if we follow this thing up too far." pear to be impatient. "Why?" pulsated Tom. "Why? Because, Ed Murray, He had lighted and smoked two more cigarettes before if Sim Goggins is up to something really crooked I've got the sou nd of wagon wheels reached the ears of all three. to know all about it. I've got to show him up and bring Then a fa ; st-stepp ing horse came up. him to book. Why, Ed, this is my great chance to even up Tom recognized it at once as on e of Sim's horses. with Sim Goggins all the big grudge I've got against Then the driver pulled up, asking, s oftl y : him!" "All right?" "All right." "Something kept me waiting," mumbled Sim. "But Mr. Man sprang nimbly up beside Sim. Then Goggins drove down the path through the woods to the haunted house. That path was just about wide enough f?r a horse to get through comfortably "If we follow, we'll know a good deal," blazed Tom, springing up as soon as Sim's light wagon had disappeared. H e began to run down the path befor e he saw whether Ed was reall y game to follow. But Ed was game No mis take about that! "That's a good panted Ed. "Too good for us," panted Tom. "But still, we can reach the haunted house only a few minutes behind the nag. They kept up thei r hard run until forced to pause for wind Then they walked, for a while, before they again broke into a run. But it was Tom wlio at last gave the signa1 for another halt. "We're so blamed close to the house now," he whispered, "that we'd better walk, and go soft ly at that." So they stole forward, with an ever-increas ing feeling of awe inside as they got nearer to the dread spot. "What's that?" whispered Tom, s harpl y holding up his chum. Botli listened. CHAPTER VI. I IN THE DEN OF TERROR. of having a chum?


14 TOO GREEN TO BURN But Tom slowed up as came to the clearing before 1 the house. "Let's look the place over well,'' he whispered. "I don't believe there's anyone around." "I hope not." "Come along-on tip-toe. We'll see if there's any way of getting inside." Ed went along, but he kept his shot-gun in instant readiness for use. First of all Tom led the way up to the door. Getting close, they more slowly. The last ten yards, side by side, they moved forward a step at a time, pausing to li ste n after each step. "It's all right," Tom's nod seeme d to say. Then they went closer to the darkened door. They were almost at the threshold, when--A dull, bluish, most light glowed out over head. "Yo u can search me!" "No,'' said Norton, slowly and grave ly, "I'm going to search the house." Ed glared at his chum as if he thought he had a lunatic to deal with. "What are you talking about, Tom N or, ton ?" "The house! I'm going back to it. I'm going to have a look-in." "Oh, forget it!" "I couldn't. I've got to know the reason for that queer light. And you remember that moan, Ed?,, "I can't forget it," shuddered the other boy. "Either that voice was meant to fool us and scare us, or else somebody is suffering, Ed. We have simply got to find out which. Suppose somebody's dying there?" Ed looked sober. He wasn't a coward, and he didn't like to look like one. "I suppose we really ought to go back, Tom." Yet it was impos s ible for the startled boys to just Norton's eyes glowed with the relief he felt. where that light came from. "I'm glad to hear you talk like that, Ed. It you It was there; that was all they knew. haven't lost yout: spunk. Come along. Now is as g0od as Those unearthly, dull rays of blue light fell over their waiting." faces, seeming to give each a ghostly look. Tom showed his own grit by starting to walk back in the "0-o..o-o-o-oh!" lead. It was a most unearthly moan that seemed to come from But Ed wouldn't have that. ne caught up at his inside the house. chum's side, and together they went forward, gritty, even "Gracious!" almost screamed Ed, darting back. The if not ver y resolute. Tom could feel his own hair sta nding up on end. "Keep your eyes open this time/' whispered 'rom, cold chills ran all the way down hi s spine. hoarsely. "Maybe we'll be able to make out just what "0-0-0-0-0-oh !" s tart s that light and that awful noise." That awful moan again. Yes, it surely came from But as they neared the door they went even more slowly inside the house! than they had done the time before. And all the while that ghastly blue light kept up. They could hear each other's hearts beating. "It's skiddoo for mine!;' qua;vered Ed, afraid without Yet nothing happe ned, until they sto6d just befol.'ethe shame. thres hold again. Then : Shaking like a leaf, he wheeled and made off on a trem. bl "0-0-0-0-0-oh mg run. .. "Oh well--" e d T That same awful moan, hut there seemed to be even gasp om. cl He followed his chum catching him just at the end of : I more of agony and torment 1n the soun the Ood d hold t: htl t h' And once more, as the boys looked uncertainly at each w s an mg i g y on o is arm. "Hold on, Edi It's all ri ght!" I other, dull bluish light streamed over their faces from "Say," quivered Murray, his eyes s tartin g as he half_ I some pomt above. struggled to get free, "you've got the queerest idea of I "0-0-0-0-0-oh !" what's all right that I ever knew any fellow to have!" It was more than they could endure. "That light ain't there, and the noise has stopped,'' con-Without a s ign to the other each turned and fled. tinued Tom. But they h a lted again at the edge of the woods. Ed took a look, and saw that that was so. "Say!" s norted Tom. "Do you understand, ll:d, tliat Though Tom was the cooler of the two, his myn eyes we're acting like a pair of babies?" were as "big as sa. ucer s," and that momentary blue li ght "I know I feel more timid than a pack of babies," Ed seemed to have left a queer g reeni s h cast over hi s face. chdterinf( l v aC!mitted. "Once of that is enough for anyone,'' affirmed Ed, in a "But why? Just as before, we didn't get hurt a bit. voice that shook. Nothing but a scare. Now, Ed, I'm going to get my wind, "Why," declared Tom, "'it was queer, but did you notice and I'm going back. We'll hear the moitn, and that li ght that neither of us got hurt?" will s hine ag-ain. But I'm not going to skiddoo this time, "!'d a hea p rather be hurt, than scared like that!" Ed a>1il don't you, either We'll s tay and see the thing retorted. thron g h. Is that agreed?" "But I want to kriow the meaning of it all?" Tom hacl spoken in a h oarse whisper


TOO GREEN TO BURN. 11 Ed's flesh was twitching visibly through his clothes, but he answered, gamely enough: "Yes, I'll stay this time!" "And go into the house with me-if we can find a way to get in?" "Tom Norton, I'll go anywhere that you do!" "Good enough! Come on, then!" Side by side eyes and ears on the alert, they advanced But this time there was something new doing. Just as they got close enough to the door to see it dis tinctly that former barrier swung slowly sil ently open. Both boys stopped with a jerk. But no one, nothing, came out. "What on earth does that mean?" whispered Ed. "Why," 'l'om rejoin ed, "it may mean not hin g more than that the br eeze ha s blown the door open "But there isn't any breeze!" "There's an open door, anyway. Got any matches?'-' "Yep." "Let me have 'em." Ed transferred something l ess than a doze n matches to Tom' s out s tretched and somewhat unsteady h and. "Now, I'll lead--" "No; I'll go with you, Tom." "But I want you to keep just b e hind me, and have the gun ready. I'll attend to the matches." So Ed fell behind. There was the same strange li ght, the same n er ve-jar ring moan a s they n eared the threshold. But this time Tom, true to hi s promise, did not he si-tate He stepped boldly over the threshold, jnsidc Ed followed close. Flare! Tom had struck a match. They were in side a narrow not very lon g hallway. That was all they had tim e to see when some gust blew out the matc h. Ban g That was the s udden noisy closing of the door behind them. Tom struck another match in ha s te. Pou fl It was out: Tom 's hand was a little mor e un steady as he got read y with anoth e r match. "Try to keep it goin g this t ime," quivered Ed. Flare! Pouf! Nothingb eyond a bit of the walls had they seen when the brief light was gone. 7 0-o-oh murder!" yelled Ed. was the sound of a scuffle back there. Tom fell w1.Jiant1y back on hi s c hum to h e lp. But he and Ed only fell into eac h other's arms. "What's wrong? And-where's your gun Ed?" gaspe d Tom l1oars e ly. "I-I don't know. Something-got it!" "Got your gun?" Tom almost screamed now. "Of-of course, chattered Murray. "I ha:ven't got it -and you didn't hear it :fall anywh ere." Both boys could almost hear their fles h "creep." This was twenty times as grewsome a place as either had expected to get into! "Wait," and I'll make a match go this time," sputtered Tom. "And-I'll feel-and see if I can get that pesky door open." In rapid succession Tom st ruck several matches. Twice the s plinter of wood burned just long enough for our hero to get a fleeting g limpse of his c hum. But the matches went out with amazing rapidity. "Where's iJhe breeze coming from that does it?" won dered Norton to h !msclf "I don't feel much draft here." But one af te r an othe r the matches went out. Finally our hero h a d ju st o n e left "This i s th e l ast match, Ed,'' he whispered, softly. There was no r e ply. "Ed!" Not ano t heT soun d except Tom's voice! "ED!" Why couldn't his chum make some sound ? ."Ed, why don't you answer a fellow?" The appeal was as useless as before "Where a r e you, Ed? S,Peak qui c k, for heaven's sake!" The r e being still no answer, Tom darted blindly through the dark toward the door that his friend had gone to try. H e found the door tried it with frantic clutch, but the barrier remained firm. Then back again, to the othe r end of the little hallway ran the qoy, landing up agai nst a bla nk wall with a bump. Once more he made hi s way back, trip ping, this time, O'\"er a beam that lay on th e floor close to the wall. But not a s ign of E d Murray could he find, with hi s l\ildly grop in g hand s and f eet Tom' s hair wasn't m e rely sta ndin g o n end now . seemed to be tryin g to ri s e wholly out of his scalp. "Whew! Thi s i s jus t awful!" he groaned, the cold ooze sta nding out all over his s kin CHAPTER VII. THE FRANTIC ONE. It was almost as bad a s d ying-to be shut up in that awfu l p l ace! Unable to ge t o ut! Unab l e to find his chum! Impos s ible, eve n to g uess what had become of Murray! "Eel!" screamed our hero, at the top of hi s voice, a gain a nd again. "Oh, Ed Murray, where are you?" Bnt in that dull close, damp place the re was not even an echo to the :frantic voice. "Ed! Ed! Ed!" Then sudde nly some thing was hurled or hurled itself again s t our hero. Tom let out a g ood honest yell as he felt that some thing, after the impact, g ropin g with him.


TOO GREEN TO BURN. "OhJ Tom!" s ounded Ed's terror-frenzied voice. "\\"e' ll be followed. Ugh! I don't want to g e t up against "Ed? That you? Thank heaven!" th a t game again!" "Let's get out of this dreadful place!" "Nor I," Tom admitted. "Amen, with all my heart!" roared Tom Norton H e did not ask hi s c hum what had happ e ned but cut "But how?" asked Ed, faintingly into t h e woo d s at their rig ht, propping Ed with a hand "Here, here! Brace up! Take hold of m y hand Uom c at th e latte r 's elbow. with me. Now! Grab this up!" F o r full y half a mil e from the path they went, in siTom had laid one of Ed's clammy hand s o n t h e bea m o n 1 l e n ce. the floor. . .. I J : J showe d no of wanting to s peak, and Tom diq "Get the hmd end of this on your s hould e r q u1ci.; I Y10t mean t o force hnn. ordered Tom. "Hold it the r e Now, make a rus h forwar 1 1 H u t n o w that th e y w e re far both from that haunte d with me! Battering ram-at the door!" I pnl-h an d al s o from th e county road, Tom figured that it Ed's franti c des ire to get out o f that infern a l place .r c nld be a g ood pl a n t o halt and rest th e mselves. made him under s tand e nou g h of th e c o m mand t o ad. W e o u ght t o be safe here, Ed our h e ro proposed. With the beam on their s h o uld e rs, T o m in adva nce, Sit

TOO GREEN TO BURN. 1T "As l said," Ed replied, "I don't know just what hap"And just remember that it ain't anything at all like pened. But while I was fingering away at the door in the spooks that we've got to figure out. But, whatever it dark, I felt something gripping around my throat. Then is, we'll know to-morrow night. And we won't get in the I felt as if I was being lifted. I couldn't cry out, or make a 1 same kind of a trap, either, for we'll know better than to sound, I was held so tightly at the throat." start the same way." "Yes; there's a purple ring around your throat," conThe boys sat there talking for a long time. firmed Tom, looking closely. "I hadn't noticed that be-While they were doing so Ed happened to remember fore. But what else happened?" that he had brought along rations for our hero. "It wasn't so much-and yet it was awful. Of course, Hard-boiled eggs, bacon sandwiches, cheese-these while I was being choked my head was sorter reeling, so I were the things that Ed brought out of his various pock couldn't understand everything. But remember that ets. some awfully cold, damp hands stroked my face and And there was a small tin dish that he had brought hands. At least, those may have been hands, though they along, too, in which our hero could fry the bacon over a felt more like-well, like rubber. It was an awful feel-j_twig fire. ing. It may have been the skin of snakes." "Why, say, I'm living a heap better than ever I did "Stop that!" interjected Tom, sharp ly. '"You'll he get-at Sim's!" cried the fugitive, eyeing the different eatables ting wild-eyed again in a minute. Now, see here, Ed, I with r elish. want to talk plans over with you." Just as daylight was showing faintly in the east, Ed "Well?" rose and started homeward. "There's something mighty queer at that old h0;use. Just before going h e found a couple of ma tches that he And it's something that could be understood if one could had overlooked in his pockets before. go clear through the house." With one of these, as soon as it was broad daylight, the "You don't want to go there again!" fugitive lighted a twig fire, fried his bacon, breakfasted "Well, of course !" rejoined young Norton, calmly. "If royally, and then crept into his hiding place in the bush. a gang of men there in the day-time-and a whole * * * lot of men at that-they go clean through the house, and nothing much would happen to them. And you could tell a yarn that would send a big gang of men there in the day time to search and rubber!" "Of course I could!" Murray cried eagerly. "That's just the-" "No, it isn't," Tom disputed gravely. "Doing that way, Ed, we wouldn't have any real chance to catch Sim Goggins to rights. Don't lose sight of the fact that that's the main thing with me-to catch Sim cold up against some crooked game that he can be made to sweat for." "Then what are you going to do?" "Nothing to-night, Ed, for the thing is too much on your nerves, yet-and most likely on mine, too'. But here's a bully good place where I can curl into the bushes and go to sleep, and I'm going to risk it. I don't believe any constables will come way in here for me, and, if they do, they're just about as likely to go plumb by me without seeing me. So 1'11 stay here--" "Biut n5t alone," interjected Ed. "But you've got to get home before daylight." "It'll do just as well if I start from here riglrt after day light. Then I'll manage to get up into my room, and into bed before anybody comes to call me. But when are you going to the house again-that house down there, I mean?" "Why, that's somet hing I want to think over through the day. And you think it over, too, Ed, and come back here after dark to-morrow night. Then, with what we've both thought out, maybe we'll have some bully good plan to talk over." "All right," Ed nodded. ,. Fortunately for Tom, he slept through most of the day. He had many uncomfortable dreams, but, exoept for that, h e fared well enough. Just before dark he ate again, finishing up the last of the food. "And I haven't really got a blessed plan made up for the night," he muttered, as he finished eating. "That won't displease Ed any, though. ; But I can tell better, perhap s what I ought to do, when Ed gets here with the news : He'll be sure to know what kind of efforts Sim is making to have me found. But-gracious-I hope the constables won't think of shadowing Ed out here. I'll be on the safe side, anyway!" "Being on the safe side" meant with Tom to be out of sight-clean out of sight-when Ed arrived. Then, if anyone else was following, that someone else wouldn't discover Master Thomas Norton. A tree -seemed about as good for the purpo s e as anything else. There was a big one handy, and this the fugitive climbed, just after 9.ark, perching well up among the boughs. It a long waitr as our h ero knew it would be, for Ed would have to go through the pretence of going to bed early, and then slip out of the house after his parents had retired. So Norton waited patiently, thinking over the few times when he, too, had dared to s lip _out of Sim Goggins' house in the dead of night to join the other fellows on some lark. "And there were the inasks, and that powder keg!" he living those few good times over again.


18 TOO GREEN TO BURN. =======-==============-:-:============ -_-.::;:-_--=:-.:-..:.:.=--=-=::::-..:.:.:::.-:::.-At last Torn heard a tramping in the woods. It came nearer, and nearer, moving almost straight toward him. "Good gracious!" quivered the Iistener up the tree. "The constables can't have got any tip where to look for me, can they? I'm glad I'm way up here!" Still nearer and nearer came the trampers. "There's a raft of 'em, whoever they are," breathed Torn; hardly daring to breathe. A whistle! One that he knew well, and low and cau tious. "Why, that must be Ed!" quivered the fellow up the tree "But--" Again the whistle. This time Tom answered it softly "Tom!" came the low hail. "It's all right. Don't be afraid of the crowd. They're all right!" With that Tom Norton began to shin down the tree as fast as he could. Others saw him coming, and ran to meet him. "What's this?" cried Tom, wa.nting to rub his eyes. "It's all right," grinned Ed. "I thought it over, as you told me to do, and I made up my mind that the only thing to do was to call out the gang. W all here except Arch Skinner. He's got the mumps!" All there, indeed-Dick Ea sto n Dave Freeman, Jim Arthur, Hob Penniman, and Hal sMcer-the same old gang that had helped more than once to cure the town of being dull! "I knew you wouldn't mind," Ed went on, while "the gang" crowded about popular Tom shaking hands with him "You've told 'em what's up?" asked Tom. "Not the whole of it." "Then we'll tell 'em now." A more excited gang had nev e r been gotten together than that which now listened to the recital by Tom and Ed. "Did you notice that?" asked Dav e Freeman, pointing to an object tha t he had pl aced on the ground on arriving. "The powder-keg? d emanded Tom, opening his eyes. "And we've brought the masks, too broke in Dick Easton. "One for you, too, by the way," chuckled Ed, producing a bit of black cambric that he passed over. ":Might as well get 'em ori, too, hinted Hob Penni man. Th. ere was prompt masking. Tom was frowning under his mask, where the other s could not see Why had Ed taken it upon himself to turn this serious business into a frolic? And some of these boys might b6" incautious enough to talk in town the next day, and then the constables would know that T 'om Norton was still lurking in the neighborhood. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," whispered Ed. "Sim has done the thin g np in bi'\' He's got posters out everywhen', offering three hundred dollars vour caphue." -"Then he can't want me very bad," murmured Tom, "or else he feels sure that he won't get me." "Why?" "Because Sim thinks so much of money that he would not pay that much to get me He'd sooner go on hunting me than spend the money. But speaking of Sim--" "I thought that ; ould strike you!" chuckled Ed, guessing. "Why, of course, if we can catch Sim to-night, we'll put him through the ordeal. The big coward! We can make him tell everything he knows!" , "Of course we can!" chuckled Ed, delightedly. "Then we'd better lose no time," proposed Tom, "for its getting late as it is." "You're our leader, Norton, you know," chimed in Spicer. "Show us the way." With such a gang at back, who could be afraid? .. Our hero led the way through the woods, over to a spot to the junction of the county road and the path that l e d to the ha .unted house. And here they hid waiting, waiting. Two or three wagons passed in, which the gang took no interest. Then came a hor se, the very sound of whose trot Tom Norton knew before he could see the animal. "Sim's coming!" he whispered. The news was passed down the line by nudges. CHAPTER VIII. THE RISING OF BOYVILLE. "Whoa! What's that?" called Sim Goggins. He could ju s t make ont on e figure lying tn the pathway, just in front of shying hor se, while another figure bent over the prostrate one. "Someone hurt," sounded a muffled voice. "Come and see what you can make out of it." Sim slowly got down and went forward. The kneeling figure had its back to him. Sim, too, in th e d a rkness, bent over the prostrate :figure. "What's wrong?" he asked. "What-Murder!" For four more husky figures had piled on him out of the darkness. With a concerted, well-directed shove they sent him sideways and And still another human being brought a clnb down over the seat of Sim's trousers with a swat loud enough to make th-e horse shy af!;ain. "Stop it!" screamed Goggins. "Stop! What do you-" His further utterance was cut short by a wa.d of cotton that wa s stuffed into his mouth. "Talrn it in, or it'll be worse for you!" sounded a gruff, menadng voice. "We'll stand no fooling!" came in another voice. "If you make ariy :fuss or trouble for us, this is your last night on earth-sure!" Sim had tried to struggle himself free, but had found himself helpless with so many assailants.


TOO GREEN TO BURN. "W11at on earth are you fellers up to?" Sim choked out, ed to confess, then we must have done with you. Either in a voice that was barely plain. confess or be He could not talk loudly on account of the cotton. "There ain't nothing to confess," raged Sim, "and I'll "Lie down on your face!" came the low, sharp com-I put ye. all in the lock-up to-morrow." mand. "Then for you, scoundrel," broke in another voice, Sim didn't want to, for he had gotten up on his knees. "to-morrow shall not come!-Bring on the destroyer!" But he was handled none too gently, and found himOne of the masked youngsters rolled forward the keg. self lying face downward. Sim caught sight of that just before he was seized from "Put your hands behind your back!" came the next behind and thrown fiat. gruff order, in the disguised voice of Dick Easton. Though he yelled lustily, they paid no heed to his cries, Sim didn't want to, of course, but he was beginning to but coolly and swiftly bound his feet. be afraid of these swift, st renuous workers. "Try the powder, to see if it is dry,'' commanded the "See here," he c hoked out, "I haven't got any money." one who seemed tct-have taken charge of the affair, and "We don't want your money," came in a hollow voice, still in a disguised voice. while two of the youngsters held his hands together, and I The member of the "council" who had charge of the a tied the wrists fast. I keg tipped it over sideways, allowing a handful of grains His hands made secure, the young tormentors rolled 1 to fall into his palm. Sim over on to his back. This he placed on a paper laying the paper on the And now they worked in another gag that they made ground. secure. Flare! A lighted match wa h eld to the corner of the "Raise the victim to his feet, and lead him into the paper. fastnesses of the forest,'' came the ordet. 1 Pou f! I The powder went up in a brilliant flash. It was in a deep part of the forest that they halted. Sim was shaking, as he stood at ba.y, surrounded by the "The powder is dry-excellently dry!'' reported the one who had made the experiment yo1mgsters. "Then bring the sinner to the stake! Victim, do not One of them stepped up behind him, and Sim dodged. ii shout out, or it shall be worse fot you!" "Be still, fool,'' came t e sharp order. "I desire m erely s lift d d b t b t H d im was e an orne o a neary ree. ere., e-to remove that pad from your mouth. There! Fellow, spite bi s many protests, he was seated on the keg, and you have been hauled before a tribunal. You are on trial tied there by the \ passing of cords around him and around before the council of the Independent Order of Chaste ners! You have been living in sin We shall remove that sin from you. It can be done only by con:fession." "I ain't got notl,iing to confess," sulked Sim. "On the contrary, you have much. You must open your heart and mind to us, or YOU WON'T SEE THE LIGHT OF ANOTHER MORNING!" A halte r was produced by one of the seven clustered around him. "Fellow, you have been consorting with evil spirits," went on the accusing voice. "You have been going nightly to a house that is known to be haunted." Sim gave a great start, but gasped: "I hain't! Nothing of the sort!" It was a hard blow with the cudgel, across the back, that made Sim bellow out, though this time he did not try to the tree trunk. Thus securely l ashed, Sim began to feel that things \vere happening in deadly earnest. Then, s ilently, one member of "the gang" laid a long fuse from the bung-hole of the keg to a point some ten feet in front of the wretched captive How was Sim Goggins to know that the keg contained, actually, not an ounce of gunpowder? He didn't know. He fu11y believed that it did. "Have you anything to confess now, fellow?" asked the l eader of these masked ones. "There ain't nothing to confess," declared Sim, husk ily, great of sweat standing out on his foreheafl. "Light the destroying spark !" commanded the Flare! A lighted match was held to the furth e r e:1d o [ the lon g fuse. escape. "Why have you been going to that ,evil house?" deSim watched in fascinated horror. manded the questioner. "Why have you held dealings He saw that glowing spark start-saw it creeping: cloocr with Pvil spirits?" :rnd closer down the fuse. "See here,'' blustered Sim, "this is all boys' poppy"Put that thing out!" he roared hoarsel y "Put it out! cock! I know who most of ye are, too. To-morrow I'll I'll tell anything on earth thet ye wanter know!" hav e thingf' made warn1z for ye a ll!" "Catch those young rascals! Hurt 'em! Shoot 'e m if He peered at his tonnentors, to see the effect yon have ter!" cried an angry voice. of threat upon h im. The sound of hurri ed steps was heard in the forest. But this wa<1 not the time that "the ga ng" had Two bright :flaf'hes. a c011p]e of blending reports, and a he11rd snch talk. l couple of bullets whizzed over the heads of "the gang." "Fellow," came the firm re sponse, "if you are not mind1 There was real gunpowder in this new play.


20 TOO GREEN TO BURN. But, even in :e,ight,. "the gang" had the presence of mind not to scoot in a bunch. As nearly as they could they ran in seven different ways, spreading out, fan shape, at every forward step. "That's some of Sim's own crowd, from the haunted house!" flashed through T om's mind, as he went through the woods, helter-skelter. But that mask hid things from him. Flop! Trip! His foot had caught in something. He was down-and a heavy-footed pursuer a -top of him! CHAPTER IX. THE TRIAL IN THE WOODS. "Got one of you young imps, anywa y !" blazed an angry VOlCe. 'I ;om's latest hope-that it might prove to be only a con stable-died. He knew all the constables thereabouts. This fellow's voice did not belong to any of them! "One of Sims' gang-truly!" q ua vered the boy, inward-ly. "Get up!" Tom saw that his ass ailant was a big fellow, so he made no trouble, and was dragged along back to the spot where Sim st ill sat astride the keg that was powderless. '"I got one of them," announced the big fellow. "Snake his mask off," desired Sim. Yank! Our hero's face was exposed "You've got THE one!" yelled Sim Goggins, delight edly. "Oh, my, but this is luck!" "Is this the kid who's caused all the trouble?" "I'm sure of it," growled Sim "He said he'd make me sorry I was alive. This is the wa. y he ha s been trying to do it." Soon one of the others came back. Sim, released, stood up, stretched his cramped limbs, then looked gloweringly at his stepson Now a third man, the one whom Tom and Ed had &st seen talking with Sim, returned from the chase. He, too, was acquainted with the turn of affairs. "Keep a good grip on him," ord e red Sini., to the boy's captor. "The rest of us want to talk this over jest a bit." Three men drew aside to talk in whispers. Tom made no attempt to wrench free. It would have been useless to try to escape, for these men, he now felt sure, would shoot to kill sooner than let him get away. The three talked on for a while; then, as if they had agreed upon some course, the three over to where Tom stood. here, younker," announced the one of the trio whom the boys had first seen with Sim, "ye'd talk too much, Tom Norton, if you got back to town. So we'll keep you with us. Understand? No days off, no vaca tion, no pay-and some mighty hard knocks if you try to give us any trouble. Understand?" "Yes," Tom answered. But he thought to himself, swiftly: "If they take me with them I'll get to the bottom of this whole thing. And it won't be long before Ed Murray and the other fellows will find a way to get to me!" "You take charge of him again, Nate," nodded Sim. "He's to be your slave. See that ye get enough out of him. And if he tries to get away, jest kill him! Thet's the only thing to do." Nate nodded, as he took hold of the boy's collar "Gome along," he said gruffly, "and don't make no breaks to get away!" B.ut Tom had no notion of trying to get away-not with the prospect bef9re him of getting to the bottom of Sim's secret They tramped on bri s kly through the woods, reaching the path by the shortest cut. From there they kept on toward the haunted house. "You can wait outside," Tom's captor, as the others went toward the door. They opened and went in. But one of Sim's companions came out again, with a long-handled shovel. a You take it," o!dered Nate. Tom obeyed, resting the handle over his shoulder "And don't imagine that shovel was made to hit me with, either," hinted Nate, grimly. "Now, then, march jus t in front of me-and remember I've got a gun trained on you!" At the command Tom marched off, stepping into the woods again. Just behind came Nate ordering the boy's course. "Halt!" came the command, when they were an eighth of ro mile or so from the haunted house. Nate stood looking around him for a few moments. "Yes," he said, half-aloud, at last, .'this is the pla.ce. I'm s ure of it. With the toe of one boot tlie man traced out an oblong on the ground. It was about six eet long by a little more tli'an l!wo wide. "This is tlie spot," he said, thoughtfully. "Dig down, within this line. And be sure you don't rub out the line until you've got the place marked out." "Then the easiest way," hinted young Norton, unlim bering the shovel, will be to dig right along tlie lines now to start the hole." "I see you're used to work," nodded Nate, grimly. "Go ahead,. then, your own way." Nate seated himself on a log, less tlian a dozen eet a.way rom the boy. In one hand the big fellow lield his revolver so that he could use it at a second's notice. Tom went on digging with a will, until he had excavated a hole more than t'wo feet deep. "How much further down do you wa:nt me to go?" ask ed the boy. "Until I tell you to stop." "Oh! Thanks!"


TOO GREEN TO BURN. 21 "And I don't want you to get fresh, either," warned Nrate. "No; I'll leave that to my elders," grimaced the boy. He continued to throw out the dirt until the hole was a foot deeper. "Hold on, now," advised Nate, coming forward. "Step back just a few feet, while I have a look at the thing." As Tom withdrew, backwards, Nate advanced to the edge of the hole, and stood looking down. "Any idea what such a hole as this looks like?" demanr "I'm blessed if I don't wish I knew!" grimaced Tom, inwardly. "What on earth can I do with him?" Then he started, for he very pla inly heard feet hurry ing through the woods. "Keep back-whoever you are!" he shouted. "Keep back, or I'll shoot!" "Hooray! That's Tom Norton's voice!" rang an eager cry. "Ed Murray! That you?" cried our hero, quiveringly. "You bet it is-and the gang with mel" "Glory! Then hurry on!" And on the six youngsters, at a run. Never before had Tom Norton been as glad to see his owh crowd. "Who's this duffer, and what's happened?" demanded :Ed, breath).essly as he reached the scene and took some of it in. Tom recounted as hurriedly as he could. "I know what to do," grinned Dave Freeman, drawing a cord from his pocket. The idea didn't require explanation. Down upon Nate piled the boys, that scoundrel being rather too much afraid to make any fuss. "Tie his hands behind his back," suggested Dick Eas ton. "Not in front." This was done in record time-done securely, too. .. "Now his feet!" That, too, was accomplished. Ed himself provided gag material from the masks tha. the gang had used earlier in the night. "Now, what?'" demanded Ed, looking up. "Why," grinned Tom, slowly, "since Mr. Nate liad me dig that hole, why not let him fill it?"


22 1TOO GREEN TO BURN. A look of terror swept over the fellow's face. He led them through the woods almost at the doubleBut it was only momentary, for he must have realized quick, until they got close to the cleaxing. that boys of the right sort a re not bent on murder. Here he halted pointing to a sound log tha.t la;r on the "Plump him down on his stomach," con+,inued Tom. ground. "Leave nothing but his head out." "You fellows get that up o.n your shoulders," he a'irectNate's head rested over the edge of the hole at one end. ed. "We may want it for a battering ram." Then Ed, with the shovel, and working very softly, Then straight across the clearing Tom Norton led his began to fill the dirt in. gang. The others helped by tramping it down firmly. He was the first to step close to the threshold. "There, I guess you'll keep!" clicked Tom. "Now, Instantly the pale bluish glow shone out ovethead. then, you fellows, tell me how you happened to get back From inside came the same kind of a moan that had to me." racked their nerves the night before. "You d idn't suppose we'd scoot off, finding you missing, "That's done mecha.nically, somehow," declared Ed, and not make any effort to find you, dld you?" demanded bravely. Ed Murray, reproachfully. Tom tried the door. It had been mended since the "We guessed you'd fallen into the hands of Sim's night before, and was now fast. crowd," flashed in Dick. "Back, there, you fellows!" ordered Tom. "Now, come "So we went down there on the quiet sneak," broke in on-at a swift run!" another boy, "and--" Bump! as that heavy log, on the shoulders of the boys, "W Elre just in time to see Sim and another fellow drivcrashed against the door, that barrier gave way like an ing off on Sim's wagon.'' obstacle of card-board. "They had two barrels in the wagon." "The place is all ready for the look-in," proclaimed "But we couldn't make out where Sim's other two men Tom, c0olly. "But I reckon we'll need something Ilke a were." light. Can you fellows find something like a pitch torch?" t'S'o we listened.'t Dick'., Dave and Jim ran back into the woods. "And hJard a shovel striking off in this direction--" "I've got just the thing," called Jim, softly, after a few "1t was mighty faint, at the distance, but--" moments. "We thou ght something must be doing here, so--" He came out witli a dry bit o:f spruce, in a notcli of "We took a swift sneak over h ere, and--" which was a goodly bunch of inflammable resin. "Well, you can guess the rest, Tom,'' Ed wound up "That'll burn all right, and for some minutes, too," breaking in on the chorus with a gesture for silence. pronounced Tom. Tom was doing some rapid thinking. Ed supplied the matcli. The torch burned briskly after "With Sim and one of his m en away," spoke tlp our the first few efforts to keep it going. hero, "and this fellow accounted for, there's only one left "That's all right," nodded Tom. "Keep close fo me who may be at the haunted house. Fellows, at last we'll with it, Jim." go over there and have a look-in." Two and two, with Hob bringing up the rear, they stepped into the corridor in which Norton and his chum had "And run into a gun, maybe," suggested Bob. received sucli a fright the night before. "I ain't so afraid of that, now I'm getting used to it, grinned Tom holding up his captured weapon. "Come Now, inspected by the light of the torch, the corridor l 1 proved to be a rather queer place. a ong, fe lows. I'll keep in front and head off the danger." "Who wants you to?" went up the indignant in Except for the outer door, now broken down, there appeared to be no openings in this corridor. c horus. d On three sides nothing but solid wooden wall presente Tom stepped over to take a parting look at Mr. Nate itself. The cut made by the shovel on that fellow's chin was "N 0 :r;natter!" declared Tom. "We won't wait to exbleeding a good deal. plore carefully. You fellows just get outside, hoist that "We can't go, anyway, until we've bound that up," mnt-log again, and come on a good run into this corridor. tered Tom, pointing to the cut. "Being civilized, we've Hold the torch carefully for 'em Jim!" got to be half-way decent." Throu_gh the corridor went the battering-ram crew, .Tim and Hop bound the cut clumsily with their handplumpin g the log up again s t the wooden wall at the end. kerchiefs. Crash! Another effort was needed before the wall had ;Ed, in the meantime, was fuming impatiently. given way enough for the explorers to step beyond. "We want to make something like a u'.iove there," They found themselves now in a large room. he urged. "We want to l1ave our look before Sim and his It took up the whole of the part of the house. other man get back. Where the windows were all had been solidly boarded "Come on, now," urged Tom, taking his natural place up. at the head of "the gang." The room itself was empty, save for the inner machinery


TOO GREEN TO BURi."'{. that turned tluee well-hidden pane l s in the corridor wall. "That's what happened to you last night, Ed," smiled Tom. "You were grabbed through one of those panel openings "I'm glad it ain't happening to-night," grimaced Ed. "But what has been going on in this big barn of a room, anyway?" demanded Hob, curiously, sta ring a s far as the r ays of the torch reached "Nothing in this room," decided our h ero. "We'll look upstairs." There was a flight of steps at the e nd of the room. Awestruck, the most of them, the youngsters followed Toro and the torch-bearer up the stairs. But above they found only four empty rooms-empty, save for a dull reflector that they found up there, artfully fitted to the front wall of the building. From this wires ran.ilown through the floor. And here, also, was something that looked much lik e a pneumatic whistle, fitted to a pipe thaf also ran into the -"There's the ghostly the moaning accounted for," grimaced Norton. "For the rest, I guess we'll find that stepping on the ground b efo re the outer door set some kind of spring going that worked this game." "I wonder if all haunted hou ses are as bi g fakes?" ask ed Hal Penniman. "A haunted house will always bear looking into, I rec kon," Toro answered "But there's nothing up h ere, except the g low and the moan," objected Ed "This ain't e nou g h to account for Sim's interest in the pla ce.". "We'll have to look for the cellar,.'' T oro declared. "What's down there, do you think?" breathed Ed. "How the dickens do you suppose I can tell. You fe l lows catch hold of my left arm and hold on for al l worth. As soon as my right hand's free, Jim, hand me t h e torch, and I'll swing well in under this floor a nd have a peep." Jim prepared to fill his part. The others looked on in eager interest, just as Tom's h ead went through the trap-way again. In their interest they forgot theirs in holding t o thei r l e ader's left arm "Torch i s going out," complained Jim. rrhey all turned swiftly to gaze in Jim's di r ection Wrench! Toro Norton had slipped from thei r detai n i n g grasp. Straight downward the s tartled boy shot. The eq uall y frightened lad s above heard him str ike something tha.t s ound e d lik e wood. Then there was a. loud splas h, followed by an indefinab l e sound-and then all was s till. Puff! The torch was out, leaving them all in darkness. "Tom!" cried Ed, frantically. There was no answer. Then a ll shouted at once, but not a s ound came from below. More than one of the fellows groaned a s the "creepy" :feeling came over him in the total darkness of that lln earthly place "Tom!" implored Ed, frantically., again "Can't you answer us?" But Norton'A voice was not heard!" "Come on down fellows CHAPTER XI. Down they trooped :followin g the torch and the leader HUMAN FIREWORKS. with the revolver. Ed Mnrray didn't hesitate long. So far all the felt wholly disappointed. "It's awful," l1e whi s p ere d, in the darkness The n "I thought we'd :find more } n this," vurobled H o b. raising hi s voice: "Come all over the ground floor now," Tom directed "If Tom's down there, and in trouble, I'm going do w n "Keep your eyes on the floor-boards, too s ince there don't there, too!" seem to be any regular cellar-way. B y jinks Ain't this "Don't!" came up the hoar se, faint whisper. a trap right here?" "Is that you, Tom?" cried Ed, eagerly, as he beni his Tom had stopped s uddenly clutching at Jim's arm to h ead down through the trap-way. detain him. "Yes," in the same kind o:f whispe r Jim held the waning torch close to the floor "What hRppened to ymi ?" "liere's a trap-door all right, fellow s," 'Porn declared. "Can't-talk-much!" came the whisper, j nst b a r e l y "Help me to get it up." audible. It yielded to' their combined as sault, and came up-a "Then I'm going down, and find out why you can't! i n hinr.-ed trap some two feet wide and a little more than siste d Ed. threP fee.t in l e ngth. "Don't! Wait until I can talk." 'T'om was down on hi s knee s in a twinklinQ". This effort at talking, spoken jus t a bit more l oudly. "T.ct me hav0 that torc h a minute, .Tim, h P directed. was followed by a fit of strangling coughing on "Rnt wait until I swing into this hole." part. n etting a firm hold at the edge of the floorin g, Tom The boy s above listened, wil d with not 11;:-took H first look downward as he let his fe e t through. mixed with fear. H c s wung, ho l ding on by both hands, and jus t lowered 1 "You ain't in any danger, are )W'U ?" Ed clenrnrnJe d : rnxhis h e ad through the trap-way, while the others crowded iou s]y. close looking on in breathless curiosity. "No."


24 TOO GHEEN TO BURN. . "All right, then. I'll wait a bit for you to talk, s ince "Hope we don't run mto anyone down here," uttered you seem to want me to. We won't speak again until you Hob, nervously. "Got that gun yet, Tom?" speak to us.'' "Yep. It was in my pocket, and didn't drop out when I The sound of more coughing came up from below, folfell." lowed by painful wheezing. "Get it out and ready, then," urged one fellow. But; at last, Tom Norton's voice sounded: "And be blamed careful you don't hit any of us by mis" Hey, fellows!" take," quivered another. "Yes!" Ed called down, eagerly, while the others crowd' "Left your torch behind, I suppose, Jim?" called someed closer. one. "There's a vat-under that trap-way." "No; I've got it here. But the pitch is about all burned "A vat?" oft', and the hanged thing won't light." "Yes." "Won't?" grinned Tom, in the darkness. "With hun"What's in it?" I dreds of galIOns of alcohol to soak it in!" "I don't kno\f-but it burns and strangles a fellow!" "I never thought of that," muttered Jim, and made "Something hot in the vat?" Ed demanded. some hasty dips with the torch into the vat into which "No; it's cold to the touch-but, oh, how it burns the they ha d all fal1en. throat and shuts oft' the breathing!" 1 Then a was tried again. "By crackey!" uttered Ed. "I wonder what it can be. Sputter! and the torch was ablaze. Hey,' Tom!" Yet it gave a garish, blue light that did not throw much "Yes?" illumination, though it made the clustered faces look un"How deep is the stuff in the vat?" earthly enough. "It can't be more than three feet." "I reckon we're about on to the whole game, now," an"Does 1it burn the skin?" nounced Tom, pointing to the vat. "Sim and his friends "Not the outside skin." have been making alcohol here on the sly." "Then I'm going to drop down and find out for myself "Why should they do it on the sly?" asked Jim Arthur. what it is." "Why, you chump," jeered Ed, "on a ccount of the "Be careful!" profit, of course." "I will!" "But wouldn't there be just as much profit if tliey did Curiosity ruling fully as much as did courage, Ed let 1 it in Sim 's barn?" himself through the trap-way, then dropped, feet fore-JI "Well, hardly," uttered Ed, s cornfully. "You see, Jim, most. the government puts a big tax on alcohol, and that makes Another splash, followed by an "ouch." : it cost way up." "What i s it, Ed?" d e manded Dave Freeman. "How much?" aske d T 'om, quickly. "Wait until I get a chance to taste it! Ugh! Alcohol! "We ll about two dollars and a half a gallon." Must be two or three hundred gallons here. But you fel"And how much does it cost to make alcohol, Ed?" lows can drop safely, if you take pains to come feet firs t "About twenty cents a gallon, I've heard." And be careful to come down with your mouths s hut. I "Whew!" uttered T om. "So Sim and his : friends have guess '!'om had his open and swallowed some of the stuff. been making something that there' s over two dollars a Now, I'm out of the vat, and the rest of you can come-gallon profit on? No; not that much, I s uppose, for they one at a time, you know." have had to divide the profit with some fellow who could And down they went, just as full of curiosity as young sell it for 'em in the open market. But, whew! What a sters could be. And they found Tom in the darkness, and big profit there is in it, anyway!" thumped him royall y between the shoulder-blades until "If you don't get caught,'' sai d Ed wisely. they helped him to raise mos t of the alcohol off his lungs. "Oh Sim's caught all right this time," retorted Tom, But how they all smelled of the stuff! I grimly. "And caught about as hard as any fellow could "Who'd you leav e behind, up above?" demanded 'l'om, want to be, too. But they make alcohol with soine sort of as soon as he could speak with more comfort. distilling apparatus, I believe." Then came a gasp of realization. "A thing they call a still," Ed supplied. "Nobody,'' confessed Dave. "Then where's the still? It must be somewhere here "Humph!" grunted Ed. "We'll have a merry time get-1 in this cellar. C'ome on, and we'll try to find it." ting up and out of this again." Their search was a short one. "Oh, we'll manage it," Tom rejoined. "Here's the Almost immediately they found themselves up against wooden cover that vfas over the vat. We can put it on the what looked to be a very solid partition of hard oak boards. vat again, when we're ready, and one fellow can stand on "The still'll be on the other s ide of this wall," mused another's shou lders and get hold of the floor above. That Tom, after wooden surface while Jim held will be somewhat easy. But now that we're all down here, the alcohol-soaked torch close. "So, fellows, some of us we'd better have a look at this place." will have to get up above and pass that beam down."


TOO GREEN TO BURN. Tom led the way, Jim keeping close to him, and the others clustering near as they moved. "Will Sim b wild, though?" chort,led Ed, as they got close to the vat. "He will!" roared a voice over their heads that sent the boys crowding back on each other in terror. For there in the trapway, hi s haggard, evil face lighted by the ray s of a lantern, suddenly appeared Sim Goggins himself. "What are you young fiends doing down there?" raged Sim. "Can't mind ye;r own business, eh? I'll teach ye! The last time ye'll need it, too! Hand me that torch, Ansel" Before the startled boys could realize what was happen :ip.g, Sim thrust a blazing torch through the trap-way. Plunge! Down it came! Pou! There was an almost smothered sound of a tiny explosion. Then the whole top of the vat burst into bluish flames. Overhead, Sim and others could be heard running across the floor. "Put it out!" screamed Hob, as the alcohol flared' up, boiling and roaring like a small volcano. "Go ahead and do it, then!" faltered Tom, drawing back from the seet hing iron vat. It was a mass of flames, now, pouring st raight up toward the trap-way. It was so hot that not one of the youngsters could get within:! dozen feet of the vat. "Ther7 goes the floor, too!" screamed Easton. "Lord," quivered another youngster, "the whole build ing will catch and come tumbling down on us." "Now, Tom, if you're our leader, find a way out of here for us!" cried Hal Penniman, tremulously. "A way out?'" repeated Tom, with the calmness of absolute despair that now sett led down on him. "There i sn't \ any such thing as a way out! All we can do, fellows, is to stand her e and watch. If there was a way out Sim Goggins would have stopped it up." As the boiling, blazing contents of. the vat threw more and more light around their sma ll, s hut-in portion of the celiar, some of the youngsters ran frantically around, look ing for some possible way out of the infernal place. It did not take them long, though, to find out what Tom already knew-that the trap-way, right over the big, blazing jet of alcohol-fire, was the only way out of this pit. So back they to their leader, dumb and anguished; sta.ring in terror at the mounting column of blue flame. Crackle! The :floor, at one side of the trap-way, was burnin g merrily! anyone except the condemned ones be neath who watched in speechless horror! CHAPTER XII. Rob came back, shuddering. He had roamed off, in the now brilliant light, to see if he could find some part of the s mall cellar where there would be less danger of being caught under blazing beams when the burning house came down on them. He had found nothing to give hope. "Fellows, do you see one thing?'" called Tom, at last. "What?" came, in a gasping chorus. "The alcohol is burning down. It'll soon be burned out." "But what good does that do us?" demanded Dave. Look at that floor. It's wrapped in fl.a.mes. Nothing could get thrO'Ugh that blaze alive!" Tom: looked and watched. It wasn't in him to say die when there was a ghost of a show of :fighting for life. Lower and lower went the blue blaze from the vat, to be replaced by the ruddy glow of dry, burning wood above. As the alcohol blaze sank below the edge of the vat, Tom drew close:, looking down into it. "There! It's out!" he panted. "What good does that do?" Ed asked, dully. "Quick, you fellows!" cried the leader, hoarsely. "Get that cover over the vat. Now, then, all together with you!" Not one of the youngsters saw any hope of getting out through the bla.zing trap-way above. But the voice of a leader always arouses to action when men have sunk into the depths of despair. They rushed a.round the big wooden vat-cover. "Up with it!" ordered Tom. They got it in place over the va. t, though n0;t one of the dull youngsters in any hurry over the job. "Ed," announced Norton, looking around over his friends, "you can bear my weight better than any of the fellows. Climb up on that cover!" Ed was quick enough to obey, though he did not see the use. "Say, it's hot up here," cried E 'd, wincing at the heat re flected by the flames above." "I know it," gritted Tom, leaping to his side. "Jt'll be hotter where I'm going. You, up here, too. Now, you two, braee yourselves and stand firmly together! Now!" With a leap Tom climbed up to faeir shoulders. There he kn elt for just an instant, his mouth closed in that hot, st ifling atmosphere. Then straight up he raised himself. The boys below looked on anxiously as our hero thrust his face almost into the blaze. On three sides of the trap-way the wood was blazing fiercely. On the fourth side there was just a small space that wa.s not yet ignited. "You can't get through there!" panted Ed. "I can-and I will!" Tom made a leap catching at the :flooring with his hands. But the smoke and the heat got down his throat, chok ing him. ,,;_


, TOO GREEN TO BURN. For an instant he held on, trying to draw himself up and She ha d darted ha. ck into the smoke, holding out a long through. rope. Then, with a mo?-n, the boy let go and came down. Now she dropped to her knees beside Tom. Ed and Dave caught him. "It's all right now, fellows, if you can keep cool and "It's no use," groaned Ed. mind," choked Tom, as he crept close to the trap-way and "It is, I tell you," Tom cried, fiercely. let one end of the rope through. "Be steady, and quick, "Going to try again?" and we don't need to lose a life!" "Of course I am!" Then, remembering the slight figure of the girl who had "Brave-but useless!" was Ed's grim comment. offered to hold the rope with him, Norton called sharply: "Now, then, brace yourselves-you two!" "The lightest one of you all, first! Jim Arthur! And Down below Hob had a brilliant idea. hustle, Jim!" "Help!" h e roared. "Help! I;felp!" Then Tom and the girl braced themselves as best they It was doing something, anyway, to shout, so the rest could in that stifl in g air. join ed him. They felt a pull on the rope and held on. "Brace yourselves!" Tom ordered again. Jim's head showed above the floor. Once more he climbed to their sho ulders. He was out and be s ide them. "Help!" roared Hob. "Catch hold of the rope, Jim!" he commanded. "You, Tom made the leap, caught the part of the :flooring that miss, hurry outside, where the air's safe to breathe." was not yet ablaze. "No, no!" crie d the girl. "I'll hold on until you get at Tllen began the desperate fight to get a better hold, and least one more out." to, draw himself up. Dave came up next. "Good! Come on!" cried a ringin g voice above. "I'll "Get hold of the rope, Dave," came the crisp order. "Now, miss, please-please!-get outside where you'll be 'l'w'o small, slim, soft hands had caught at Norton's left safe wrist. Ed was coming now. Tom turned to see how his chum Wl:i:oever was behind those hands held on with the grimwould make it through that stifling trap-way. ness of a la s t fight. "Get your mouth shut, and don't breathe any more "Hold tight!'; chattered Tom. "And I'll mak e it!" than you hav e to, E ,d!" called Norton, through the stifling A struggle, a wriggle, and he drew hims e lf, hot smoke and fume s scorched, up through the trap-wa y to the :flooring above. Three more came up i11 swift t.uccession. I From below w1m,t up a cheer that rang with new hope. All up, out and saf e But Tom, safe on the :floor, was gasping with amazeAnd now Tom turned to look behind him. ment. There still crouched the girl, gasping, her face white, For now, in the ruddy glow he caught full sight of the her head heavy. one who J:iad aided him so spl end idl y "You didn't get out of this when you could!" cried A slight, sixteen-year-old girl, with fluffy, light hair, Tom, reproachfully "Come!" peachy cheeks, and steady blue eyes. Making no bones of the matter, he caught her up in his But Tom must think of those whom he had left behind arms, straightened up, and ran out into the corridor, in peril. thence into the open air. "Steady, you fellows down there, and.we'll get you all Out there the sight was glorious l y picturesque! out!" he roared. All the clearing around the house was now lighted up as Then, groaningly, to the girl: though by the sl'n itself! "Oh, if we only had a rope!" The ruddy g low was over everything, the red light shin" There's one in the wagon! I'll get it!" slie cried, risin g now on happy faces. and leaping away. Tom, coming out through the doorway with the girl in 'J,'om's eyes followed her for just an in s tant. his arms, forgot to put her on her .feet as he turned, stopThen he looked around him, and beat out the fire around ped, and look ed back at the building. the trap with his coat. "You needn't carry me any further," came a sweet, All of one end of the house, from the middle down to amused voice. the end was ablaze. "Oh, excuse me, please!" muttered Tom, awkwardly, The flames were mounting so high that even the roof and let her down to her feet, though he kept one arm must catch and come crashing in within the next five minclumsily around her until he saw that she was able to utes. I stand. Here on the floor the air was so stifling that Tom was "We got them all out?" s he demanded, eagerly. forced to drop to his knees and crouch low, in order to find "Everyone of us-thanks to you, miss!'r air th::+t could be breathed. .1 I "Oh, I'm so happy! I must run and tell papa!" "Here!" cried the girl. "Your fa'ther, miss?"


. \ / TOO GREEN TO BURN. 1'7 ,. "He's over there in the buggy,'' stated the girl, pointing you'd have gotten all bands out. I saw both how brave to where the path came into the edge of the clearing. and how courageous you are! You're just splendid when Tom watched her as she darted away to hail a man who manhood and grit needed!" sat in a buggy, holding the lines over a s mart-looking Tom blushed furiously. It was the first time he had horse, ever heard anything of that sort from a girl's lips, and he 'fW9nder why he sent his daughter, when he could help liked it. instead?" pondered Tom. "B;rave, is he?" uttered Ed. "Well, I guess!" "Gracious! I didn't believe there was a ghost of a "Oh, come,'' protested Tom. "What ate we waiting show to get out of that fearful place!" sputtered Ed Murhere for, anyway? We don't care a bout seei ng that old ray in his ear. I shell smoulder out. It's most all burned now. And "One follow won't be pleased that we did," Tom de-we may be letting Sim get away!" clared, vimfully. "Sim?" queried the girl. "Oh, pardon me. I didn't "Sim!" mean to seem curious." "Ed, this means that Sim will get hi s deserts I've done "Why, we can tell you all about it/' agreed Tom, "as what I wanted to-found a w&. y to get square with him!" you drive through the woods. That is, if you and your "No," grimaced Ed, "you've spoiled it!" father care to drive slowly enough." "How?" "As if we'd miss anything like that!" cried the girl, "By getting us all out of there you've queered Sim's eagerly, f'Tbere must be something thoroughly romantic rhance of getting 9anged!" behind all this night's scenes." "He'll get enough, anyway, for wild night's work," "Romantic?" repeated Tom. nothing but just cried Tom, vengefully. what's low-down and cowardly. "If he's ever caught. He may have sk ipped," With plainly a good deal of pride, Grace Holcomb lea "Re can't have got far yet," uttered Tom, "And he'll the boys to where her father sat in his buggy. be recbgnized by anyone who sees him. There ain't many She introduced him as Major Holcomb, and Tom learn men with such an lJgly, s limy, J1ideous face as Sim Goggins ed later that years ago be had been crippled in an Indian wears seven days in the week." campaign, and had been retired from.the army. "What in the world did this all broke in th_ e Tom could tell a story quickly. He had this one, in girl, her eyes large with wonder condensed form, told by the time that they reached the She had come back from s peaking with her father in the county road. buggy. "And now, Major and Miss Holcomb," hinted Tom, "It'll be a shorter story," smiled Tom, "if you'll tell raising his cap, "I reckon we'll have to thank you a,nd run us how you ever caine to be here jus t in the nick of time." in the same breath. We've got to hurry to town and set "Why, there isn't much to tell on our side,'' smiled the the officers on Sim Goggins' track." girl. "Papa is a cripple, you know. He's David Holcomb, "Where does he live?" asked the major, quickly. of Winch ester. He comes over to this town, once in a "In that farmhouse that you can just see the chimneys while, to see your Dr. Graham. We had been to the docof from here." tor's this evening, and were jus t driving home. "Then I'll tell you,'' proposed the major, with the eag-"We came to where that path goes into the county road. erness of one who loves to command, "you youngsters juet We had just noticed a blaze off here in the woods, and we hang around in hiding, near enough to watch the house. wondered if $0rnebody's home going up in flames. I'll drive to town and get the officers." Then we saw three men come out of' the path and hurry "Oh, if you will-please!" quivered Tom. across the road. We didn't like their looks. They seemed "I will-make no mistake about that-Tom Norton!" to be sneaking. "I wonder if Sim's there?" palpitated Tom, a :few min'' I was very sure something was wrong, and papa said utes later, when he and his ''gang" hid on a slope that we drive down this path as fa s t as we could Papa looked down toward the farmhouse. has lots of courage, you know, even if he is a cripple." "There are lights in the house, anyway," breathed Ed. "His daughter has inherited some of hi s grit," Tom "I hope the officers get here in time! Lord, after what broke in gently. I've suffered at Sim Goggins' hands-and what my moth"W e drove down here as fast as we could," the girl er suil'ered !-I wouldn't take a million dollars and see this hurried on. "When we saw this place we thought it must night turn out wrong!" be some old deserted house that had been set We "And the present Mrs. Goggins!" hinted Ed. "It'll be were going away again. But just then we heard someone a great relief for her to be free from such a fellow." shouting for help. So I ran into the house. I got there "Yes," agreed Tom, eagerly. "Especially, as she can just in time to get hold of your wrist." probably get hold of enough of Sim's money to live "And you saved every blessed one of us!" uttered Tom, fortably on." fervently. "Would she take money that Sim piled up by beatme "Oh, no," she corrected. "Even if I hadn't been there, the law?" asked Ed. -


28 rroo GREEN TO BURN. Tom's face clouded. warit to have a talk with him in the morning. Tom Nor"No," he replied slowly. "I hadn't thought of that. ton, this buggy seat is wide. I think we can make room Ma'am Goggins is a crushed and broken woman, but she's for you." good all the way through. No; Ma'am Goggins wouldn't * * * be willing to live on crooked rr..oney. Poor soul!" It turned out, on the trial, that Sim had invested five "Maybe it ain't all crooked money that Sim Goggins has thousand dollars in his illegal still at the old haunted got," suggested Dave Freeman. house. "Yes, it is," contended Tom, bitterly. "Sim Goggins He had just begun to get his untaxed, illegal product wouldn't know how to pile up any other kind." into the market through a dealer who was not above such The hidden boys, looking down at the moving lights in business. the had nearly an hom:: to wait. So Sim had made no money out of his unlawful enter-Then they saw the major's buggy returning along the prise. road. .But he was sentenced to ten years in State Prison, just It was followed by a wagon in which rode six men the same. -three constables and three citizens who had been sworn Three months later he co:mmitted suicide. in. Ma'am Goggins and B,ess inherited comfortably from Before reaching Sim's gate the vehicles stopped. Sim's estate. The law's representatives alighting, went forward sci, too, did Lug and Bunch Goggins. But their guarstealthily. dian got away with their money a while ago, and, as In the 5'ard, one man was posted at each of the four Ma'am Goggins couldn't be located in time, Sim's two corners of the house. aons were sent to an institution. Those two boys'll never The other two knocked loudly at the back door. amount to much, anyway. Just what followed the boys, now hurrying forward, did The members of Tom's "gang" are aU alive, and, being not see fully. young men now, they are doing well for themselves. But, by the time that Tom Norton and his "gang" But Tom? Major Holcomb opened a n:ew life to him. reached the backyard, Sim was just being led out, handHe admired our hero so much that he took young Norton cuffed. under his own charge. "You, Toni }Torton? You here?" choked Sim, drawing back and staring hard. With the major's backing Tom was able, a little while "It was through the boys that we got on to your little ago, to carry out his wish of going into business with Ed. doings, Sim,'' observed Constable Brewster, grimly. "It's The young partne:rs are on the way to fortune. funny too, how you managed t o run that queer game right Next month Tom Norton is going to become Major Holunder the noses of folks and never got found out until a boy got on your trail." "Sim," spoke Tom Norton, slowly, sternly, "the chances are big enough that you'll spend the rest of your days in a striped suit and on a hard bench. I told you I'd pay you back for all you did to my mother, and all you did to me. I've been holding it all in for years, but at last I've been able to do something to settle the long score!" Sim, a coward through and through when up against real trouble, was now sobbing. "I-I never thought I'd have anything to fear from you, Tom Norton!" he choked. "I thought ye was too green to amount to anything." "Sometimes," grimaced our hero, "it doesn't pay fo go through life banking on others being too green!" Mrs. Goggins did not come out as her husband was led away. For O:Q.ce in her life she did not have to be afraid of him or show any interest in his fate. Tom told the officers where to get the oth'er member of Sim's crowd. "Now, Tom, you come home with me," urged Ed Mur ray, hospitably. "No, sir!" broke in Major Holcomb, tartly. "The young man has accepted an invitation to !)Orne home with mie to-night. He is worth: three average young men, and I comb's son-in-law. THE END. Some boys start out in life by having everything easy and prosperous. Do they get along any better than the youngsters who have to w?rk-and fight for all they have? It's a great question, and it's a great story that will be published complete in No. 23 of "The Wide Awake Week ly," out next week. The title "IN FOOL'S PARA DISE; OR, THE BOY WHO HAD THINGS EASY." The autlior is Fred Warburton, and lie lias just finislied one of the best stories that he ever wrote. Don't miss next week's treat! SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers o! this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any send tlie price 1n money or postage stamps by mail FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 2'1: UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the co!lies you order by return mail.


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