The first thing for me to do was of course to find out
whether or not the boy with Wasby was indeed my sister’s son. If he were,
I intended to arrest the man at once for abduction. But I would have to go
to Tuffy’s Corners beyond Washy’s clearing, for a constable,
there being no magistrate on the Ninth Concession, the centre of the
Scotch Settlement, where were located the stone kirk, the schoolhouse, the
tollgate, and the blacksmith’s shop.
There was a movement in the shanty as if Wasby were
making for the object of his wrath, and I heard a voice say in tones which
pierced my very soul: "For God’s sake, Jerry, don’t kill the lad! Don’t
you see how helpless and innocent he is? Kill me instead. I don’t want to
The woman’s reply seemed to inflame his rage yet
further. I heard a rush, a scuffle, and piercing screams of terror.
In the tenth of a second I had decided that the best
and quickest thing to do was to make Wasby aware of the presence of a
stranger. I broke out into a loud song, and between the sounds I could
hear the voice in the shanty cease and a hurried bustling follow. In
another minute I was at the door knocking. Wasby called out, "Come in,"
and I entered.
The shanty consisted of but one room and an attic. The
children had fled into the corner behind the ladder leading upstairs. Mrs.
Wasby, a picture of wretchedness, was seated on a bench near the
fireplace, her pale blue eyes faded and colourless, and her thin body but
poorly covered with the frail garments which it appeared the enraged man
had already almost torn from her body in the scuffle which I had
Although of no apparent importance at this stage of the
story, it is well to record that I noticed, standing in the corner near
the fireplace, a number of long stakes, sharpened carefully at one end.
They had evidently been placed there to dry, and had been standing for
some time, as they were beginning to show traces of grime and dust.
Wasby had assumed an air of stolidity, and after a
gruff "Mornin’," he proceeded to light his black, short stemmed clay pipe
with a live coal which he picked up from the fireplace, placing it in the
bowl and pulling away vigorously until his face was enveloped in clouds of
pungent smoke. Short, thick-set, and rather corpulent, his physique seemed
fitted for the work of a settler, but his head and face showed a nature
that was ignorant, brutal, and even bestial, and his countenance was
seamed with the record of violent emotions.
Being obliged to offer some excuse for entering the
shanty, I said: "I am on my way to Tuffy’s Corners, and I called to ask
which Concession would be the best to take. I was told that the roads were
very bad on the Twelfth Concession, and I don’t want to stick to the town
line, as it would take me a long distance out of my way. I thought you
would know if the corduroy road on the Tenth Concession was fit to travel
on, because if it is, it would save me a long roundabout in getting to the
"'F I was you, I’d folly the town-line," said Wasby.
"It’ll take yeh some longer, but ye’ll get there quicker’n if yeh went
over the cordery road. I’m told it is in bad shape sence the rains," and
he rubbed a rough hand over his bristly, stubby beard, and ejected a
mouthful of tobacco juice, which by sheer force he drove to the other end
of the apartment and sent spattering against the wall. "Keeps the missus
busy a-cleanin’ up after me, it do," said Wasby, with a sinister grin.
As we continued our inconsequent talk about the roads,
the children, realising that all immediate prospect of danger had passed,
and that in the presence of a stranger there was comparative safety,
gradually dispersed from the corner behind the ladder.
Poor little Colin! As I recognised him and looked at
his thin, soiled face, I thought of Eleanor. I patted him kindly on the
head, and he repaid me with a glance so sweet that it seemed as if Eleanor
herself were gazing through his eyes. To avoid suspicion I spoke kindly to
the other children also, talking meanwhile to Wasby about such
commonplaces as I could think of.