Cape Cod Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 231 pages of information about Cape Cod Stories.

Cape Cod Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 231 pages of information about Cape Cod Stories.

“‘So’s to get to t’other side of it, I guess,’ says I. I was riling up a bit myself.  You see, when a feller’s been mate of a schooner, like I’ve been in my day, it don’t come easy to be called names.  It looked for a minute as if Allie was going to have a fit, but he choked it down.

“‘Look here!’ he says.  ’I know who you are.  Just because the gov’ner has been soft enough to let you countrymen walk all over him, it don’t foller that I’m going to be.  I’m boss here for this summer.  My name’s—­’ He told me his name, and how his dad had turned the place over to him for the season, and a lot more.  ’I put those signs up,’ he says, ’to keep just such fellers as you are off my property.  They mean that you ain’t to cross the field.  Understand?’

“I understood.  I was mad clean through, but I’m law-abiding, generally speaking.  ‘All right,’ I says, picking up my dreeners and starting for the farther fence; ‘I won’t cross it again.’

“‘You won’t cross it now,’ says he.  ‘Go back where you come from.’

“That was a grain too much.  I told him a few things.  He didn’t wait for the benediction.  ‘Take him, Prince!’ he says, dropping the chain.

“Prince was willing.  He fetched a kind of combination hurrah and growl and let out for me full-tilt.  I don’t feed good fresh clams to dogs as a usual thing, but that mouth had to be filled.  I waited till he was almost on me, and then I let drive with one of the dreeners.  Prince and a couple of pecks of clams went up in the air like a busted bomb-shell, and I broke for the fence I’d started for.  I hung on to the other dreener, though, just out of principle.

“But I had to let go of it, after all.  The dog come out of the collision looking like a plate of scrambled eggs, and took after me harder’n ever, shedding shells and clam juice something scandalous.  When he was right at my heels I turned and fired the second dreener.  And, by Judas, I missed him!

“Well, principle’s all right, but there’s times when even the best of us has to hedge.  I simply couldn’t reach the farther fence, so I made a quick jibe and put for the one behind me.  And I couldn’t make that, either.  Prince was taking mouthfuls of my overalls for appetizers.  There was a little pine-tree in the lot, and I give one jump and landed in the middle of it.  I went up the rest of the way like I’d forgot something, and then I clung onto the top of that tree and panted and swung round in circles, while the dog hopped up and down on his hind legs and fairly sobbed with disapp’intment.

“Allie was rolling on the grass.  ‘Oh, dear me!’ says he, between spasms.  ‘That was the funniest thing I ever saw.’

“I’d seen lots funnier things myself, but ’twa’n’t worth while to argue.  Besides, I was busy hanging onto that tree.  ’Twas an awful little pine and the bendiest one I ever climbed.  Allie rolled around a while longer, and then he gets up and comes over.

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