He watched with eagerness while Ernest was digging. He no longer doubted that this was the place where the gold was hidden. Ernest could have no other object in digging in this place.
“I wonder how much there is,” thought Burns. “There ought to be as much as a thousand dollars. Perhaps there’s two or three. But even if there is only a thousand it will set me on my feet. I’ll soon get out of this neighborhood. I’ll go to Chicago or New York, and I’ll live in clover. I’ll make up for lost time.”
When Ernest found the roll of coins, and taking them out put them in his pocket, he was not disappointed, for he knew what to expect, but Tom Burns was in dismay.
“Only a hundred dollars!” he thought. “What’s a hundred dollars? The old man ought to be ashamed of himself!”
However, one thing was certain. A hundred dollars was better than nothing. It would take him to Chicago and enable him to live in comfort for a while. Besides, he might multiply it many times at the gaming table, for Tom Burns had been a gambler in his day. He certainly did not propose to disdain the sum which fortune had placed in his way because it was so small.
Ernest put the gold pieces in his pocket and turned to go back to the cabin, when a voice reached him.
“Look here, boy, I’ll trouble you to hand over that money!”
CHAPTER VI
A FRIEND IN NEED
Ernest turned and regarded the tramp in amazement.
“What do you mean?” he demanded.
“I want that money you just dug up,” replied Tom Burns boldly.
Instantly Ernest comprehended his danger. He was a stout boy, but the tramp was a large man, weighing probably fifty pounds more than himself. The boy felt that in strength he was no match for the thief who confronted him.
Yet he could not bear the thought of allowing himself to be robbed. Left penniless, how could he carry out the plans which he had in view? He tried to gain time.
“Do you want to rob me?” he asked.
“I have just as much right to that money as you,” said the tramp.
“How do you make that out?”
“The man who put it there owed me money.”
“Do you think I am a fool, to believe that ridiculous story?”
“You’d better be careful how you talk!” said Burns, menacingly.
“Then all I can say is that you have told a falsehood. You are the man, I suppose, who entered our cabin at night and stole money out of a trunk.”
“I don’t know anything about your trunk!” said Burns. “But I have no time to talk; I want that money!”
Ernest looked about him, hoping to see some one to whom he could appeal for help, but no one appeared in sight. Next he looked at the tramp, to note if he were armed. To his relief, Burns did not appear to have any weapon with him.
“I won’t give up the money to a thief!” he said boldly.
As he spoke he turned and ran as fast as he was able.
Winged with fear of losing his gold, Ernest flew rather than ran, not heeding the direction he was taking. The tramp accepted the challenge and put forth his utmost speed in the hope of overtaking him.
“You’ll pay for this, boy!” he growled.
But Ernest did not mean to be caught. Being a fast runner for a boy of his size, he bade fair to outdistance his pursuer. But directly in his path was an excavation of considerable size and depth. Ernest paused on the brink to consider whether to descend the sloping sides or to go round it. The delay was fatal. The tramp saw his advantage, and pushing forward seized him by the collar.
“I’ve caught you!” he cried triumphantly. “Now give me the money!”
There was a brief struggle, but a boy, even a strong boy, was no match for a man taller and heavier than himself. The gold pieces were snatched from him, and the tramp, releasing his hold, was about to make off in triumph when he found himself seized in turn.
“Why, you contemptible thief!” exclaimed Luke Robbins – for it was he whose opportune coming had saved Ernest from being plundered. “Are you trying to rob the boy?”
He seized the tramp by the collar, forced him to give up the gold he had just snatched from Ernest and flung him on his back.
The tramp’s surprise deepened to dismay when, looking up, he saw the stalwart hunter with stern face looking down upon him.
“It was my money,” he whined.
“Your money, you owdacious liar! Don’t tell me that or I’ll treat you worse!”
“But it was. I had hidden it under a tree. I came along just as the boy dug it up. I told him to give it to me, for it was mine, but he wouldn’t, and then I chased him.”
“What’s the truth of the matter, Ernest?” asked Luke.
“It was money that Peter Brant had hidden away. He told me on his death-bed where to look for it.”
“I thought it was Peter’s.”
“I had just dug it up and put it in my pocket when this man came along. He ordered me to give it to him.”
“Did he say he hid it there?”
“No. He said that Peter owed him money, and he wanted it.”
“You appear to be a very ingenious liar,” remarked Luke, turning to the tramp. “Which of these stories do you want me to believe?”
“I hid it there!” said the tramp doggedly.
“Then why did you tell the boy that Peter owed you money?”
“Because I didn’t think he would believe that I hid it.”
“You are right there. He don’t believe it, nor do I. One thing more – were you the man that broke into his cabin and stole two gold pieces from his trunk?”
“No. I don’t know anything about it.”
“Of course you would deny it. All the same I have no doubt that you were the man.”
“If I had done it he would have seen me.”
“That won’t go down. He was asleep. Ernest, what shall I do with this fellow? Shall I shoot him?” and Luke Robbins pulled out a revolver, which he handled in a significant way.
“Don’t shoot! Spare my life, Mr. Robbins!” cried the tramp in great alarm.
“Humph! I don’t see the good. Your life is of no value to the world.”
“Let him go, Luke,” said Ernest, “but tell him to clear out of this neighborhood.”
“It is treating him too well. Still, I will do as you say. Hark, you fellow, what is your name?”
“Tom Burns.”
“You are a disgrace to the name of Burns. If I spare your life will you leave this neighborhood and never come back?”
“Yes – yes!” answered the tramp earnestly.
“You’d better keep that promise. If I ever catch sight of you again I’ll shoot without asking you any questions! Now get!”
Tom Burns got up and started away with celerity. He thought it wise to put as great a distance as possible between himself and the tall and stalwart hunter.
“I’ll scare him a little,” said Luke.
He fired after the fugitive, taking care not to hit him, however. Tom Burns heard the bullet whistling by his head, and with a cry of terror increased his speed till he reached a place where he felt secure.
“That is a terrible man!” he panted. “He’d as soon take my life as not. I won’t get in his way again