Horatio Alger - A Cousin's Conspiracy - or, A Boy's Struggle for an Inheritance

“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 if I can help it.”

“Well, Ernest, where do you want to go? What are your plans?”

“I don’t know,” answered Ernest gravely. “I am not sure that I have any plans. I feel upset completely.”

“Sit down here and I’ll talk to you.”

The two sat down together.

“Now, how much money have you got?”

“A hundred dollars.”

“It isn’t much. Is that all that your uncle left?”

“I think so. He said nothing about having more.”

“It isn’t much to begin the world with. I wish for your sake, boy, that I had some to give you, but I never knew how to get together money.”

“I guess it will do, Luke. I have health and strength. I think I can make my way.”

“But you have no trade.”

“Have you?”

“No, Ernest. You’ve got me there. I am only a hunter, but I don’t make much of a living. I don’t recommend you to follow in my steps.”

“One thing is certain, Luke. I must get away from here. There is nothing I can do in Oak Forks.”

“Where do you want to go, lad?”

“I don’t know. I might go eastward to Chicago or New York, or I might go West to California. Have you ever been to either place, Luke?”

“No, lad, but if I had my choice I’d go westward. I’ve heard fine stories of California. I think I should like to see that land.”

“Why don’t you go?”

“Stop a minute! Let me think!”

The hunter assumed a thoughtful look. He remained silent for five minutes. Then he said, as if to himself: “Why not?”

Ernest still kept silence, but his eyes were fixed upon the face of the hunter.

Finally Luke looked up.

“How do you want to go, lad?” he asked. “Do you want to go over the railroad, or are you in for a tramp over the mountains and plains?”

“That depends on whether I am to go alone or not. If I go alone I shall prefer to go by rail.”

“Are you in for a long tramp with me?” asked Luke, his face glowing with new-born enthusiasm.

“I will go anywhere with you, Luke.”

“Then it is agreed. We will start to-morrow.”

Nothing could have pleased Ernest better than to travel with Luke Robbins. He felt that he should be safe with the sturdy hunter, who was strong, resolute and reliable.

True he was not a man who had succeeded as man reckons success. He had lived comfortably, but it had never occurred to him to lay up money, nor indeed had he had any opportunity to do so. He mentioned this as an objection to the trip which he had himself proposed.

“My lad,” he said, “I am afraid I can’t go with you after all.”

“Why not, Luke?”

“Because you’re rich compared with me.”

“I have but a hundred dollars.”

“And I – well, lad, I’m ashamed to say so, but I have only fifteen.”

“We’ll share and share alike, Luke.”

“No, lad. Luke Robbins is too proud to live upon a boy. I reckon I’d better stay at home.”

“But I want you to go and take care of me, Luke. How can I travel alone?”

Luke brightened up.

“That puts a different face on it, Ernest. If you think you need me, I’ll go.”

“I do need you.”

“Then go I will, but one thing is understood: I won’t take any of your money.”

“There won’t be any trouble on that score.”

So the two prepared for their trip. Ernest, with Luke’s help, purchased an outfit, and on the morning of the third day the two started out together, neither having a very definite idea where they were going except that their course was westward.