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“No; he was then bold and resolute. Ill health and the approach of
death made him superstitious.”
“You ain’t that way, ma’am, I take it.”
“No; I have a stronger will and greater resolution.”
Her face did not belie her words. There was a cold look in her light
gray eyes, and a firmness in her closely pressed lips, which made it
clear that she was not likely to be affected by ordinary weakness.
She was intensely selfish, and thoroughly unscrupulous as to the
means which she employed to carry out her selfish ends.
So you’re afraid the boy’ll turn up, ma’am?”
“Precisely.”
“Then why do you look for him?”
“I want to guard against his ever turning up.”
“He don’t know about the property.”
“But he might have learned, or you might. My husband, with the
idea of reparation, left the property to me, in trust, but if it should
ever be fully ascertained that the boy had died, then it was to be
mine absolutely.”
“I begin to see what you’re driving at, ma’am.”
“You say the boy is alive?”
“Stout and hearty, ma’am. He’s been under my care ever since he
was a young un, ma’am, and I’ve treated him like he was my own.”
“Indeed!”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m poor, but I’ve always shared my crust with him,
givin’ him the biggest half.”
“Very kind, I’m sure,” said the lady, sarcastically. “I suppose you’re
very fond of him.”
“Of course I am,” said Rudolph. “But,” he added, after a slight pause,
“there’s one thing I like better.”
“What is that?”
“Money.”
“Good! I see we understand one another.”
“That’s so, ma’am. You needn’t be afraid to say anything to me.
Business is business.”
 CHAPTER XVIII

ROGUES CONFER

“It appears to me, Mr. Rugg, that you have not prospered,” said the
lady.
That’s where you’re right, ma’am.”
“I am sorry for that.”
“So am I,” said the tramp, adding, with a cunning look, “but times
will be better now.”
“Why will they be better?” asked Mrs. Middleton.
Tony won’t see me want when he comes into two thousand a year.”
“Who said he was coming into it?”
“You said he was the heir.”
“He hasn’t got the estate, and I don’t mean he shall have it.”
“How will you prevent that, ma’am?”
Mrs. Middleton again put her hand on the man’s tattered coat
sleeve, and, in a voice scarcely above a whisper, said:
“Mr. Rugg, you must prevent it.”
“How can I prevent it?” asked the tramp, with an assumption of
innocence.
Mrs. Middleton said, with slow significance:
“This boy is in my way. Don’t you think he might manage to get sick
and die?”
“Perhaps he might,” said Rudolph, who did not appear to be shocked
at the suggestion.
Couldn’t you manage it?” she asked.
I might,” he answered shrewdly, “if it was going to do me any good.”
“Then the only question is as to pay,” she continued.
That’s about it, ma’am. It’s a big risk. I might get caught and then
money wouldn’t do me much good.”
“Nothing venture, nothing have. You don’t want to be a pauper all
your life?”
“No, I don’t,” answered the tramp, with energy. “I’m tired of
tramping round the country, sleeping in barns and under haystacks,
and picking up meals where I can.”
“Do as I wish and you need never suffer such privations again,” said
the tempter.
How much will you give me?” asked Rudolph.
Five hundred dollars down, and five hundred dollars income as long
as you live.”
This was good fortune of which Rudolph had not dreamed, but he
understood how to make the most of the situation.
It is not enough,” he said, shaking his head.
Not enough!” exclaimed Mrs. Middleton. “Why, it seems to me very
liberal. You can live comfortably all your life just for doing one thing.”
“A thing which may bring me to the gallows. It’s all very well to talk,
but I can’t risk my neck for that.”
The lady was not surprised. She had expected that she would be
compelled to drive a bargain, and she had named a sum less than
she was willing to pay.
You see,” continued Rudolph, “it’s going to be a great thing for you.
You’ll be sure of a big estate and an income of two thousand pounds
—that’s ten thousand dollars—a year, and it’ll be me that gives it to
you.”
“You overestimate your service, Mr. Rugg,” she said, coldly. “If I
decline to proceed further the estate will be mine.”
“Not if I bring on the boy, and say he’s the real heir.”
“I shall deny it,” said the lady, composedly, “and challenge you to the
proof.”
“Then I’ll prove it.”
“Who will believe you?” asked Mrs. Middleton, quietly.
“Why shouldn’t they?”
“You are a tramp, and a discreditable person. I suppose the boy is
one of the same sort.”
“No, he isn’t. I don’t like him overmuch, but he’s a handsome chap,
looks the gentleman every inch.”
“I should charge you with conspiracy, Mr. Rugg. You’d find it uphill
work fighting me, without influence and without money.”
“Then, if there ain’t no danger from me or the boy, why do you want
me to put him out of the way?”
Mrs. Middleton hesitated.
I may as well tell you,” she said. “I take it for granted you will keep
the matter secret.”
“Of course I will.”
“Then it is this: I married Mr. Harvey Middleton to secure a home
and a position. I didn’t love him.”
“Quite right, ma’am.”
“He had no reason to complain of me, and when he died he left me
in charge of the estate.”
“For the boy?”
“Yes, for the boy, and this has given me trouble.”
“He hasn’t never troubled you.”
“Not yet, and but for one thing I would not have come to America in
search of him.”
“What is that?”
“I want to marry again.”
The tramp whistled.
Mrs. Middleton frowned, but went on:
“This time I love the man I want to marry. He is from an excellent
family, but he is a younger son, and has little or nothing himself. If
the estate were mine absolutely, there would be no opposition on
the part of his family, but with the knowledge that the boy may turn
up at any time nothing will be done.”
“I see,” said the tramp, nodding.
But for this I would never have stirred in the matter at all. I did not
think it probable that the boy would ever hear of his inheritance.”
“He don’t even know who he is,” said Rudolph.
You never told him, then?” said the lady.
No. What was the good?”
“There was no good, and you did wisely. Now I have told you how
matters stand, and I renew the offer which I made a few minutes
since.”
“It is too little,” said the tramp, shaking his head.
Tell me what you expect.”
“I want just double what you offered me, ma’am.”
“Why, that’s extortion.”
“That’s as you choose to consider it, ma’am.”
“Suppose I refuse?”
“Then I’ll go and see a lawyer.”
“Even if you succeeded, and got the boy in possession, do you think
he would give you any more than I?”
This was a consideration which had not occurred to the tramp. He
asked himself, moreover, did he really wish Tony to come into such a
piece of good fortune, after the boy had been instrumental in having
him arrested. No, anything but that! “I’ll tell you what I’ll do,
ma’am,” he said. “I’ll say eight hundred dollars down, and the same
every year.”
To this sum Mrs. Middleton finally agreed.
You say you know where the boy is?” she asked.
Yes, ma’am.”
“Then there need be no delay.”
“Only a little. But I shall want some money.”
Mrs. Middleton took out her purse.
Here are a hundred dollars,” she said. “The rest shall be paid you
when you have earned it.”
Rudolph went downstairs, thinking:
“That woman’s a devil if ever there was one. How coolly she hires
me to kill the boy. I don’t half like the job. It’s too risky. But there’s
money in it, and I can’t refuse. The first thing is to find him!”
 CHAPTER XIX

THE FIGHTING QUAKER

The tramp decided that the best way to find Tony would be to return
to that part of the country where he had lost him, and make
inquiries for a boy of his description. He could do it comfortably now,
being provided with funds, thanks to Mrs. Middleton.
But there was a difficulty which gave him uneasiness. He was liable
to be arrested.
I must disguise myself,” thought Rudolph.
It was not the first time in his varied experience that he had felt the
need of a disguise, and he knew just where to go to find one. In the
lower part of the city there was a shop well provided with such
articles as he required. He lost no time in seeking it out.
What can I do for you, Mr. Rugg?” asked the old man who kept the
establishment.
I want a disguise.”
“Then you’ve come to the right shop. What will you be—a sailor, a
Quaker, a—​—” “Hold, there,” said Rudolph. “You’ve named the very
thing.”
“What?”
“A Quaker. Can you make me a good Broadbrim?”
“Yea, verily,” answered the old man, laughing. “I can suit thee to a
T.”
“Do so, then.”
From out of a pile of costumes the old man drew a suit of drab and
a broad-brimmed hat.
How will that do?” he asked.
“First tell me the price.”
“Thirty dollars.”
“Thirty dollars!” exclaimed the tramp, aghast. “Do you think I’m
made of money?”
“Look at the quality, my good friend.”
“Why, I may not want the things for more than a week.”
“Then I’ll tell you what I’ll do. If you only use them a week, you shall
bring them back, and I will pay you back twenty-five dollars; that is,”
the old man added, cautiously, “if you don’t hurt ’em too much.”
“That’s better,” said Rudolph. “I’ll try them on.”
He went into an inner room provided for the purpose, and soon
came out entirely transformed. In addition to the drab suit, a gray
wig had been supplied.
The old man laughed heartily.
How does thee like it?” he asked.
Capital,” said Rudolph. “Would you know me?”
“I wouldn’t dream it was you. But, Mr. Rugg, there’s one thing you
mustn’t forget.”
“What’s that?”
“To use the Quaker lingo. Just now you said, ‘Would you know me?’
That isn’t right.”
“What should I say?”
“Would thee know me?”
“All right. There’s your money.”
“There you are again. You must say thy money.”
“I see you know all about it. You’ve been a Quaker yourself, haven’t
you?”
“Not I; but I was brought up in Philadelphia, and I have seen plenty
of the old fellows. Now, don’t forget how to talk. Where are you
going?”
“Into the country on a little expedition,” said Rudolph.
Well, good luck to you.”
“I wish thee good luck, too,” said the tramp.
Ha! ha! you’ve got it; you’ll do.”
The tramp emerged into the street, a very fair representative of a
sedate Quaker. He soon attracted the attention of some street boys,
who, not suspecting his genuineness, thought him fair game.
How are you, old Broadbrim?” said one.
Rudolph didn’t resent this.
You’d make a good scarecrow,” said another.
Still the tramp kept his temper.
A third boy fired a half-eaten apple at him.
This was too much for the newly converted disciple of William Penn.
Just let me catch you, you little rascal, and I’ll give you the worst
licking you ever had.”
The boys stared open mouthed at such language.
He’s a fighting Quaker,” said the first one. “Keep out of his way.”
“If thee don’t, thee’ll catch it,” said Rudolph, fortunately
remembering how he must talk.
He had thought of pursuing the disturbers of his peace, but motives
of prudence prevented him.
 CHAPTER XX

RUDOLPH FINDS TONY

Four days afterward Rudolph arrived in the town where Tony was
employed. He had not been drawn thither by any clew, but by pure
accident.
He put up for the night at the hotel where our hero had found work.
He enrolled himself on the register as “Obadiah Latham,
Philadelphia.”
“Can thee give me a room, friend?” he inquired.
Certainly, sir,” was the polite reply. “Here, Henry, show this
gentleman up to No. 6. No. 6 is one of our best rooms, Mr. Latham.”
“I thank thee,” said the tramp.
The Quakers are always polite,” said the bookkeeper. “They are good
pay, too, and never give any trouble. I wish we had more of them
stop here.”
“If all your customers were of that description, your bar wouldn’t
pay very well.”
“That is true.”
But later in the evening the speaker was obliged to change his
opinion.
The Quaker came to the bar and asked:
“Will thee give me a glass of brandy?”
“Sir!” said the barkeeper, astounded.
A glass of brandy!” repeated Rudolph, irritably.
I beg pardon, sir, but I was surprised. I did not know that gentlemen
of your faith ever drank liquor.”
“Thee is right,” said the tramp, recollecting himself. “It is only for my
health. Thee may make it strong, so that I may feel better soon.”
Rudolph drained the glass, and then, after a little hesitation, he said:
“I feel better. Will thee mix me another glass, and a little stronger?”
A stronger glass was given him.
The barkeeper looked at him shrewdly.
Quaker as he is, he is evidently used to brandy,” he said to himself.
“If he wasn’t, those two glasses would have upset him.”
But Rudolph did not appear to be upset.
He put his broad-brimmed hat more firmly on his head, and went
outside. He decided to take a walk about the village. He little
suspected that Tony was in the stable yard in the rear of the hotel.
He walked on for perhaps a quarter of a mile, and then leaned
against a fence to rest. As he stood here two boys passed him
slowly, conversing as they walked.
“I was surprised, Sam, at Tony Rugg’s licking you,” said the first.
He couldn’t do it again,” said Sam, sullenly.
Rudolph’s attention was at once drawn.
Boys,” he asked, “did thee mention the name of Tony Rugg?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Does thee know such a boy?”
“Yes, sir. He is working at the hotel. He got my place away from me,”
said Sam. “Do you know him?”
“I once knew such a boy.”
Rudolph was very much elated at what he had heard.
Well, good luck has come to me at last,” he said to himself. “The
young scoundrel, is found, and now I must consider how to get him
into my hands once more.”
The Quaker, to designate him according to his present appearance,
at once made his way back to the hotel.
There can’t be two Tony Ruggs in this world,” he said to himself. “I
am sure this is the boy.”
On reaching the hotel he sauntered out to the stable yard in the rear
of the house. His eyes lighted with pleasure, for he at once caught
sight of Tony, standing beside James, the hostler.
There comes old Broadbrim,” said James, in a low voice. “The
barkeeper told me he took two stiff horns of brandy. He’s a queer
sort of Quaker.”
Tony gave a glance at the tramp but entertained no suspicion of his
not being what he represented. Rudolph came nearer. His disguise
had been so successful that he felt perfectly safe from discovery.
Does thee keep many horses?” he asked.
Yes, sir; we have twelve.”
“That is a large number. Yea, verily, it is.”
“Well, it is. There’s a good deal of carting to do for the hotel; besides
Mr. Porter keeps a livery stable. Was you ever this way before?”
asked James.
“Nay, verily.”
“Are you going away to-morrow morning?”
“Nay, friend, I think I shall tarry a day or two. Is that lad thy son?”
“Tony, he asks if you are my son,” said James, laughing. “No, his
name is Tony Rugg, while mine is James Woodley.”
“Anthony, was thee born in this town?” asked the tramp, boldly
defying detection.
No, sir,” answered Tony. “I only came here a few weeks ago.”
“I’d like to choke the boy. I can hardly keep my hands off him,”
thought Rudolph. “But I’d better be going. He is looking at me
closely.”
“Good-night,” he said, and the two responded civilly.
Well, Tony, what do you think of Broadbrim?”
“I don’t know, there’s something in his voice that sounds familiar to
me.”
“Perhaps you may have met him somewhere.”
“No; I never met any Quaker before.”
“Well, there’s stranger likenesses sometimes. Did I ever tell you my
adventure out in Maine?”
“No, what was it?”
“I went down East to see a sister of mine that is married down near
Augusta. When, as I was goin’ through Portland, a woman came up
and made a great ado about my deserting her. She took me for her
husband, and came near having me arrested for desertion. You see,
I and her husband was alike as two peas, that’s what some of her
neighbors said.”
“How did you get off?”
“Luckily I had documents in my pocket showing who I was. Besides,
my brother-in-law happened to be in the city, and he identified me.”
Rudolph sat in the public room of the hotel for a time, and then he
went up to his room, partly to be out of the way of possible
recognition, partly to think how he could manage to get Tony into
his clutches once more.
He had a back room, the window of which looked out upon the
stable yard. He seated himself at this window, and could easily see
and hear all that passed there.
Tony and the hostler were lounging about, the latter smoking a clay
pipe, their work being done for the day.
Tony,” said the hostler, “I almost forgot to tell you you’re to go to
Thornton to-morrow.”
“What for?”
“There’s a top-buggy Mr. Porter has sold to a man there. You’re to
take it over, and lead the horse back.”
“All right. I’d just as leave go as stay here. Can I find the road
easily?”
“There’s no trouble about that. Part of it runs through the woods—
about a mile, I should say.”
“Did Mr. Porter say when he wanted me to start?”
“About nine o’clock; by that time you’ll be through with your chores.”
Rudolph heard this conversation with pleasure.
It’s the chance I was waiting for,” he said to himself. “I’ll lie in wait
for him as he comes back.”
 CHAPTER XXI

IN THE WOODS

Rudolph took care to breakfast in good season the next morning. He

felt that this day was to make his fortune. The deed which would
entitle him to a life support was to be perpetrated on that day. He
shuddered a little when he reflected that a life must be sacrificed,
and that the life of the boy who had been for years under his
guardianship, who had slept at his side, and borne with him the
perils and privations of his adventurous career. He was a reckless
man, but he had never before shed blood, or at any rate taken the
life of a human being.
What’s the odds?” he said to himself. “The boy’s got to die some
time or other, and his dying now will make me comfortable for life.
No more hungry tramps for me. I’ll settle down and be respectable.
Eight hundred dollars a year will relieve me from all care.”
At a few minutes after nine Tony set out on his journey. It never
occurred to him that the old Quaker in suit of sober drab, who sat on
the piazza and saw him depart, was a man who cherished sinister
designs upon him. In fact, he had forgotten all about him, and was
intent upon his journey alone.
Take care of yourself, Tony,” said James.
Oh, yes, I’ll do that,” said Tony, little dreaming how necessary the
admonition was likely to prove.
I may as well be starting, too,” thought Rudolph.
About two miles on began the woods. They extended for nearly a
mile on either side of the road.
I’ll explore a little,” thought Rudolph. “I shall have plenty of time
before the boy comes back.”
Some forty rods from the road on the right-hand side the tramp
discovered a ruined hut, which had once belonged to a recluse who
had for years lived apart from his kind. This had now fallen into
decay.
The general appearance of the building satisfied Rudolph that it was
deserted.
A rod to the east there was a well, open to the view; the curb having
decayed, and being in a ruined condition, Rudolph looked down into
it, and judged that it might be about twenty feet deep.
A diabolical suggestion came to him. If he could only lure Tony to
this well and dispose of him forever.
I’ll do it,” he muttered to himself.
Meantime, Tony drove rapidly to Thornton and sought the purchaser
of the buggy. There was a delay of half an hour in finding him, but
at last his business was done, and he set out for home.
It was not quite so amusing leading the horse as sitting in a buggy
and driving him. But all our pleasures have to be paid for, and Tony
was ready to pay the price for this one. After all, he reflected, it was
quite as amusing as working about the stable yard, especially after it
occurred to him to mount the animal.
Everything went smoothly till he entered the woody part of the road.
Now I shall be home soon,” he said to himself. “But, hello! who’s
that?” as a figure stepped out from the side of the road. “Oh, it’s the
Quaker. I wonder what brought him here?”
“Friend, is thee in a hurry?” asked the impostor.
I suppose I ought to get back as soon as I can,” said Tony. “Why,
what’s up?”
“Thee is the boy from the hotel, is thee not?”
“Well, what do you want of me?”
“There’s a man in the woods that has fallen down a well, and I fear
he is badly hurt.”
“How did you find him?”
“I was walking for amusement when I heard groans, and, looking
down, I could see the poor man.”
Tony never thought of doubting this statement, and said, in a tone
of genuine sympathy: “Poor fellow!”
“Will thee go with me and help get him out?”
“Yes,” said Tony, readily, “I’ll do it. Never mind if I am a little late.
Where shall I put the horse?”
“Lead him into the woods, and tie him to a tree.”
“All right. I guess that will be the best way.”
The horse was disposed of as had been suggested and the two set
out on what Tony supposed to be their charitable errand.
I don’t see what made you go into the woods?” said our hero, a little
puzzled.
“I was brought up in the woods, my young friend. It reminds me of
the time when I was a boy like thee.”
“Oh, that’s it. Well, it was lucky for the man—that is, if we can get
him out. Did you speak to him?”
“Yea, verily.”
“And did he answer?”
“He groaned. I think he was insensible. I saw that I should need
help, and I came to the road again. Luckily thee came by.”
“Had you been waiting long?”
“Only five minutes,” answered Rudolph.
In reality he had been compelled to wait nearly an hour, much to his
disgust. In fact, he had been led to fear that there might be some
other road by which one could return from Thornton, and that Tony
had taken it. Should this be the case, his elaborate trap would be
useless.
They had come quite near the ruined dwelling, and already the curb
of the well was visible.
Is that the well?” asked Tony.
Yes,” answered the Quaker.
Let us hurry, then,” said Tony.
But the time had come when Tony was to have revealed to him the
real character of his companion. A branch, which hung unusually
low, knocked off the hat and wig of the pseudo Quaker, and Tony
was petrified with dismay when he saw revealed the black, cropped
head and sinister face of Rudolph, the tramp.
Rudolph!” he exclaimed, stopping short in his amazement.
Yes,” said the tramp, avowing himself, now that he saw disguise was
useless; “it’s Rudolph. At last I have you, you young scamp!” and he
seized the boy’s arms as in the grip of a vise.
Tony tried to shake off the grip, but what could a boy do against an
athletic man?
“It’s no use,” said the tramp, between his teeth. “I’ve got you, and I
don’t mean to let you go.”
“What do you mean to do, Rudolph?” asked Tony, uneasily.
What do I mean to do? I mean to make you repent of what you’ve
done to me, you young whelp.”
“What have I done?”
“What haven’t you done? You betrayed me, and sold me to my
enemies. That’s what you’ve done.”
“I’ve only done what I was obliged to do. I don’t want to do you any
more harm. Let me go, and I won’t meddle with you any more, nor
say a word about you at the hotel.”
“Really,” said Rudolph, with a disagreeable sneer, “I feel very much
obliged to you. You are very kind, upon my soul. So you won’t tell at
the hotel that the Quaker gentleman is only a tramp, after all.”
“No, I will say nothing about you.”
“I don’t think you are to be trusted, boy.”
“Did you ever know me to tell a lie, Rudolph?” asked Tony, proudly.
“I don’t pretend to be a model boy, but there’s one thing I won’t do,
and that is lie.”
“I think I had better make sure that you don’t say anything about
me,” said the tramp, significantly.
How?” asked Tony.
I don’t mean to let you go back to the hotel at all.”
“But I must go back. I must carry the horse back.”
“That’s of no importance.”
“Yes, it is,” persisted Tony, anxiously. “They will think I have stolen
it.”
“Let them think so.”
“But I don’t want them to think me a thief.”
“I can’t help it.”
“What are you going to do with me? Where are we going?”
“Before I tell you that I will tell you something more. You have often
asked me who you were.”
“You always told me I was your son.”
“It was not true,” said Rudolph, calmly. “You are not related to me.”
“I felt sure of it.”
“Oh, you did!” sneered the tramp. “You are glad that you are not my
son!”
“Who am I?”
“I will tell you this much, that you are the heir to a fortune.”
“I—the heir to a fortune!” exclaimed Tony, in natural excitement.
Yes; and I could help you to secure it, if I pleased.”
Tony knew not what to say or to think. Was it possible that he—Tony
the Tramp—was a gentleman’s son, and heir to a fortune? It was
almost incredible. Moreover, what was the object of Rudolph in
imparting this secret, and at this time, when he sought revenge
upon him? “Is this true?” he asked.
Perfectly true.”
“And you know my real name and family?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Oh, Rudolph, tell me who I am,” Tony said, imploringly. “Help me to
the fortune which you say I am entitled to, and I will take care that
you are rewarded.”
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